littanies of desire

the litany of boredom;

kept chained, in a dark room, all fears and anger and rage kept scoured from my memory, shame and anger the only leftover stains;

i am enraged at my own helplessness, i am a free man but bound by chains of desire, what a life can do when enslaved by desire,

I know not

now i must prick my lock to the chains that bind me, get used to the darkness, find my way if not for anything then a better more happy environs,

boring is not life as somebody's slave, it s exciting, boring is not love when harmed, it singes ur death at a hand of a tickin clock

but when harmed and hurt, and mutilated from desire and chains and helplessness, teh rage to burn or revenge doubles, triples, till the fires that set to burn ur master or mistress, begins to feed on urself, I am there today, helpless with desire,
troubled beyond measure, and subjected to devious poisons..,

torture, beyond belief, torture as if ur veins in the head are withering off in a chemical burn

ah life its excitement and tensions..withering me off, withering me off..cud nt raise my tongue to save my own soul from the fires of my own consumin desires, ah fire that burns me cool me too.

for i may rise again, and that day i shall consume you too with the rest of my whole world, this whole my world..