Have you ever been tasted the paining essence of intoxication? Have you ever been lost control over your own brain and heart due to the inevitable consequence of some over-dose of narcotics? If you do have the experience you would be able to understand easily how it actually feels. My conscience seems to lose control seamlessly over the spell of on “Intoxication”. An Intoxication personified!
It is this “Personified Intoxication” that constantly squeezing me–even to the last drop—to extract all my vivacity, all the passion of my weakening heart—to its own will.
It is my fate; and I cannot but succumb to its unavoidable influence. It’s tearing me apart—always forcing me to speak out all that lie deep into the darkest core of my heart.
I look minutely to my own reflections and I begin to despise myself.
It is this “Personified Intoxication” that constantly squeezing me–even to the last drop—to extract all my vivacity, all the passion of my weakening heart—to its own will.
It is my fate; and I cannot but succumb to its unavoidable influence. It’s tearing me apart—always forcing me to speak out all that lie deep into the darkest core of my heart.
I look minutely to my own reflections and I begin to despise myself.
hi,
ReplyDeleteSame old disease of the escapists of the Romantic age.
Sandy