The Unknown

a Desire,
a need,
can you feel it?
I feel as if you do!
Then A Breath,
I feel you don't!
Can not become attatched.
Sweet desires run boiling,
through veins of ice and snow glistening.
A melt? NO!!!
One more brick broken away,
from walls carefully built and tended.
Do I let you in?
Do I allow the desires to flow freely?
Can I handle the disappointment a second time?
Can you handle the passions that lay in wait!
For I know you,
I know your type.
I know you do not want me and the need that lays in darkend tunnels.
You don't desire a heart with passions so exquisit,
it makes the day feel death and the night feel the brightest whites.
Do I turn you out and away from this heart?
Do I allow my guard down and let you see?
Can you go down so deep past the Ice and Snow,
past the bricks and walls,
to the boiling core,
to the ocean of passions storming in wait?
Can you dive in and not fear the crashing waves of deep desires?
The wonderments of that crusified heart.
That was Torn and battered,
thrown into the pit of silent death.
In hopes to never feel again.
And yet you have awakened the treacherous thing,
no one else has.
The pain grows as fear of what can happen is fully awakened.
It torments me even as this is written.
Don't open those doors If you're not prepared to face what lays behind.
Or pain anew befalls a dead heart.
Can you prevent it?
Can We handle it?

Dame Darkness 1997