By Dcontortionist
I hate the engine in my chest
I hate the engine in my chest
I hate the rhythm it plays
I hate how easily it aches
I hate how ferociously it drops bars from within my ribcage
It roves sometimes, but I ususally hate where it choses to stay
It’s a wild beast yet so easily tamed
It powers my limbs, and the command center of the thoughts I
entertain
And just as it usually does, it’s most capable of leading me astray
Oh I could rip it out if it wasn’t the battery to my brain
How frustrating when it goes on to sync with the vibrations of
another
Tch! Like I asked it to resonate with any other
Unruly and presumpous it does more than I order
Leaving me tethered, not to a concept or thing but to a her
To the one being whose brain works much faster
Whose looks effortlessly makes one falter
Could this cursed engine have not harmonized with any better?
Forced to love my flaws and I blame her
I’m drawn to this femme force but I dislike her
Cemented in the abivalence of a love-hate relationship and she
was the matchmaker
I hate that my best comes from her
For how could she be the creator as well as the destroyer
She casts on me the spell of inspiration like an elden hexer
Oh how I hate that I love her
I know what this is, now I see the danger
So before I’m lost to the folly of this organ, completely devoured
by the curse of a lover, I must sanction my heart and relinquish it’s power
I hate this engine in my chest for it’s sweetness leaves me sour.
@Dcontortionist … Excerpts from “Dreams”
