Darker Shades Of My Passions

I feel those sparks fly again
And the creepy , icy fingers closing in,
Prefacing the searing , scorching pain.
My mind is going blank and phased out.
I am scared of what lies within me.

Much beyond the realms of emotions,
There it is again , looming large.
The ugly side of my love I bear
Passions in extremes...pure and sinister.
There is my bitter-sweet torture all over again.

As I go down in spirals... further...
The void inside me opens wide....embracing,
The pain that shoots up and I gasp.
Powerless I know what will happen ahead.
It's nothing new but always alien.

My life and the whole essence that be;
Once entwined with the vines of love,
Lashes out with claws of despair.
When time freezes and innocence ceases.
I feel the shards wounding again.

Inside my dark and deepest moorings,
I know the why of all that is going on.
In knowledge of my sublime crucification,
I feel those nails driven deeper...And
What bleeds from my cravings.

I let myself go...mind , heart and soul.
The way I chose to love and the living
Even with moments such as these.
Death is but a part of living.....
I have lived my moments through my brushes with death.