“Restrain Of Passion”

A once broken voice descended upon me—
Me…
Miles of dense metal would weigh nothing to it…
Crushed badly, I was, to ashes and dust…
Though, as heavy…
It was quite lifting to encounter the becoming of the heart…
From which, the words so evenly came—
My love, for the sounds, was open…
A gaping wound…
Something was not fitting…
I believe it was I—missing…
Times passed, and the past was
The host who spoke…
Who, mimicking the farce of harlequins, punned me, and…
Tapped me strongly at my heart with its wand, and I…
Became aware of my—the insecure, yet volatile beatings of my fist…
Against a wall that never existed for my pleasure, nor my…
Physical relief….

Written By, Darkest Angel
Written July 25, 1993