Urges

Urges – ugly, beautiful urges.

To enjoy and to perish in them. To twirl to its beat to dizziness.

Come, dive in, my precious. Synchronize and swim to our melody!

You be the main and I’ll be the bass, because we no longer need a higher tone.

I’ll tie weights around your ankles and soothe you in my embrace.

No, my love, we do not drink in the hope of freedom but in the knowledge of bondage.

Cheers to escape from sanity, from patience and serenity!

No, don’t run away!

Or, in fact, you must run! Run in feverish Desire, never at a moment’s peace.

Wait! How did you slip out of the weights, out of my shackles? Where did you find the strength and serenity to do this?

I see! It’s in you? It’s in you, oh no!

Another one in and out, passing by like the rest.

Never is this their destiny, just a nasty test.

Just a nasty test.