Tuesday, January 3, 2012

CONTROL

An avalanche of despair
And then, rebirth
The cathartic realization
That I am better off without you.
Your arms, though warm
Present a fearful fate;
A lifetime of bondage.
You require the death of 'me'
To fulfill your requirements,
And appease your desires.
No woman deserves that fate.

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