Lust Poem by Marketa Richnavska

The screams inside my chest
Won't let me stay in rest
It's not my heart that moans
It's my demon's underdose

The whimpering I hear
Just leaves me walk in fear
And the only cure I know
Sits with you in second row

But I'm afraid to reach your hand
Let it take me to a promissed land
'cause I've been there before
And it had rotten me to core

It left me cured, but lost
And when I reached the coast
I suddenly felt the need for more
And made me rot even more to core
And I wanted to close the frickin' door

But it remains on my list
Of all the possibilities
To help me escape this heaven's hell
Even though she'll soon be back – I can tell

But for now I'm prepared to wait
For my very own escape gate
When she shuts up and lets me finally be
The lord of my own humanity