A desire so strong, but weak to the need;
my Judas,
my treacherous patriot lies
in deep trenches, awaiting me.
My lover, so cunning
so baffling
so powerful
waits patiently
for me,
calling to hit the streets running
and shunning
the nice, quiet life I so wish to keep.
Every night, I'm reminded
"There's a million reasons, Anne,
but never an excuse." and
every night, I fall to
that old aluminum sound
of
my world's crashing down.