Mission Impossible

I want to feel lust;
near my heart
cold as the creeks in the winter
empty as the person I’ve come to be.
I need to hate;
to feel the remains of what have been taken
your remains
vividly floating behind my eyelids.

I have to fly;
to steal you from the skies
in which I don’t deserve to wander
yet  I’ll chase the stairway.
I’ve lost my power;
to the bricks tossed at my face
crushed my mouth
removed my ability to talk.

 I ask of you;
let me heal
remove the strings
which my reflection laughs at so sharply.
Take;
my heart, my hands, my burden
I’m passionately begging
burning.