Self Inflicted
Desire. You will surely be my downfall... ‐by the pair of your hands, which really are no different from mine. No... Not at all, really. What fire you bring about... ‐in my heart... ‐and the burns you leave... on my feet and on my hands and the chaos you bring to mind is often all I can recall. Really‐ ...what good do you bring? It's you, desire, that ignited this "burning paradise" I'm in... ‐by your hands... ‐which are really just mine. Desire, you're cruel to tease my eyes how you do... I'm not pleased by the lies you call "hope" anymore but of course you won't cease in spitting such nonsense from your mouth... ‐but to shut you up forever is a dangerous wish to let leave mine. Really it is no more wrong than those you place in my mind. Don't ask me to justify it!... You can't see what you do to me, desire you tear me to shreds from the inside of my own body and if you won't spare me then I won't spare you. Period. Desire. I'd put an end to you if I could and you know that... ‐because you try to bring me to my end everyday and I know you are... *sigh* -if anything is to be my downfall, of course... ‐it would be you, desire.
