My heart beats
It beats-demanding release
There is just no room left for all the Passion
The Passion wants out
no longer caring to be confined
No more monotony it screams
to the unhearing world.
No more expectations, no more paths
I want to stumble through the forest
Thorns tear my very skin off these bones
Rip the shreds of pride and dignity
from my hurtling body
Gorge out my eyes, tear my hair
Take my everything
Just dont take my heart
If nothing else goes onward
in that wild, thickened forest
let my Passion go
Let my Passion streak and battle
through the bramble until at last
it reaches the other side
If nothing else is left of me but that-
my heart, my Passion, my soul-so be it
So be itand let it soar
And if you dont allow
if your express permission is not granted
Then collect yourchains and shacklesaround you
Gather yourguns and yourknives
Calloutyour tanks andyour men
Make yourspeeches
Andpray
Becauseyou,myfriend,arenomatch
formyheart
2006-11-09
17:04:42
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