Wracked
The song cries – I am
human and need to be loved
Searching for the love
remembered from the womb
In this isolated world
there is no love just the wound
Each of us in our own
world governed by doom
Aware of false promises
good intentions
Human reality is of
faltering souls and weak dimensions
Emotions wracked by desire
then smashed by reality
Control of oneself is such
a fallacy
Abuse the substance reach
for the gin again
The same desire for love
for beauty for that ecstasy remains
Straight edge of easy
street be damned
Struggle for the
difficulty through the fear not named
Hate yourself for your
weakness wracked by desire for love
Expect nothing more from Nature
tortured by love
Humans divided chemically
by chance you
Not to surrender to
sadness is your due
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