RHYTHM AND RHYME

When it’s awake on me you quake
in the fire of your desire
A device abusive yet allusive
in mind it haunts your endless want

I miss you all the time,

And would do a crime,

To get you back in my life,

As a lover or a wife,

Its an unsaid boon,

My life starts to suck as it runs down the drain

I'm tied to the tracks and here comes the train

Looking for the deeper meaning can be so demeaning

Demoralizing what we're polarizing I want to pulverize it

This race to the end