Consumed again is my heart thus
By a paralysis I cannot shake
Entombed in a day and age
That in a thousand mistakes
I would not make.
Unravel the chains of dullness
Leave behind the petty chores that create tomorrow
Return to a past it must inhabit
A past it never had at all. The sorrow
Of a destined life of cruelty
In a trance of the crude impatience of youth.
This isn’t for me. The blood still burns
With an unfathomable heat generations old.