Heights of Passion

January 2011, too fucking cold

The heights of passion

Heighten the heights of action

Deepening the height of destruction

And destructing the action of construction

Friction might in passion be fiction

Subtraction is not an option of action

Oh passionate passion for that person

How do you impersonate with irritation?

I am in desperation for your completion

Thoughts race throughout

walls crashing down.

Water caves on in

nourishment to the fire

craving your essence.

Blood curdles about

uneasy veins, flooding the

steady stream of sorrow.

Climbs beneath your skin

aching for the rush of it's desire.

Eyes, lie to deceive

Gut, wanders with curiosity

Heart, notions to retrieve

Mind, shutters amidst animosity

Lungs, stumble to breathe

Home, screaming my name in agony,

desperately attempting to

grasp it's love, so dear.

I count each footstep, hoping the floor

will not break through, again.

Actions, made from passion.

Heightening destruction.

Destructing the construction of subtraction.

Irritation, eager to gain your completion.