Drunk with power.
Floating, spewing destruction.
Love for thine ego,
uncaring.
My voice like a wild, ferocious, animal gnawing at my beloved with molars ripping through his flesh. Filled with passion for "righteous" truth.
Until I'm passed out from the pain:
the crying, the screaming, the fighting,
knocks me off my horse,
hits me where it hurts most.
Unloving of myself when it's over and I’m the mess.
The longing to make this fantasy cease!
The longing to make this fantasy cease!
Longing to erase my mortal sins.
Unprovoked, a lovely dove.
Once it starts, it must be stopped.
Unprovoked, a lovely dove.
Once it starts, it must be stopped.