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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Desire to know exactly what you have seen yet not known A brazen embrace Kissing deaths inviting lips Selling your soul beyond the path of resurrection To feel for one day only, the golden light burn by my skin Too long have I been sealed away Too long abandoned My crowning glory stripped Every memory shattered Desire to shed my every inhibition To rip of my clothes To bask in the moonlight Free, wild to roam One with the world Centuries should pass No civilization to interrupt My thought nor my dreams nor My tranquil haven shall it starve In this world so mechanical Prewritten, a fiend Supposedly guiding, our minds, willing it free. Unwitting, we follow Like birds by the sea Our intellect bound Shackled and ridden with fear and no dreams The whip sears skin, bones broken we bleed Brainwashed into believing, a higher power we need Wild abandon I relish the being Carnal and sensuous Ethereal it gleams Voracious, electable a feast shall it lay Freedom, such a deep desire it shows where our “civilization” fades. Wicked a plight, too glorious to extinguish Its fiery vengeance My thirst it quenches Desired, my reprieve Seems suddenly to have ended It walks me back Sore, maliciously unrepentant Its claws it sinks To the grey of my soul Beaming me back to what civilization In its crudest form holds.
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