Trapped in a cage of frustration
In a prison of your own creation.
Trapped by your choices and decision that brought you to
the edge of reason.
You yearn for a spirit to mirror your own,
To know the person who looks back.
It’s a touch that has come too late,
Your body aches with no one to soothe.
Always waiting, longing and searching.
Feel the tremor of waking up,
Be lost to the pleasures of life,
To reach the edge of desire.
Be kicked and punished,
Enjoy the pain because you feel again.
Lose yourself in a moment that was created for you,
Reach your limits and pass through.
He mirrors your desires and comes with you.
There is no guilt, no hurt, no casualties.
In that moment there is just you.
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