Dark Secrets


Desire lays dormant within the hearts of man.
A yearning lust of control bound by one's own hand.
A captive feeling that fills the mind.
Held by limit and barbed line.

Thirst of sand in watery depths.
As hands tremble by malnourished breadths.
Crippled shades of woven memories.
Torment the ache of which coats like emery.

Resonating tranquility of mute mime.
Pretend to help by aid of climb.
Such grasp is so fragile.
By one's mind is but less than agile.

Consumed by possessiveness.
Befriended by aggressiveness.
Such frozen lips.
Utters of one's own pip.
Till one's heart once slows.
As desire's yearn steadily goes.

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