Dichotomy of impulse, that which is abrasive to the most tender of desires
This question pools stagnantly between the crevices leaving me bereft
Desire overrides crippling passion
Discordant confines of thought and chaos bring this dread in
Stark white castle atop these beautiful piles of cobble which stand so grandly
You make me realize the significance of my humanity
This inversion of myself as a callow youth
And this is craving your own self-worth
These growing pains remind me why I'm still alive
