Raging desire fills my lungs, Envelopes my actions, Screaming in agony. If only resisting could Solve the internal conflict Building inside. No, if only I had The control I tell Myself I have, Then consequence would Not be a disregarded Afterthought. But it engulfs every Kind desire I have left, And leaves me Alone. Undesired. Oh how the woe of Desire has left me Unable to commit. Unable to do the most Pressing deeds. Those that love me, Are constantly in harm. I care, not for what May come to me, but for The innocent lives I've put in peril. Yet, the rush pushes All cares away, And I circle back To the raging desire That fills my lungs.