Master Of Mystery

You are an anchor, I cling onto,
waiting for the flood to consume.
You are the fiery fuse that I've flown into.
These eyes, they ignite when I glide around you.
Bear down your incandescent light,
entangle me and be my guide.
Thrash around your chain.
I'm sinking to the bottom, playing this game.
Cast your lightning, electrify me ...
and I will skyrocket through the deep.
Penetrate until I peak ...
and I will transport through the surface.
Shock me, lock me into purpose.
Grasping but collapsing, free my soul.
Restrain and caress me in the cold.
Drifting in the center of right and wrong,
Stun me into submission as I am strung along.
Is this instinct or is it madness,
throwing all fabric into the ashes?
Water like delicate silk.
Will I recover or will I wilt?

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