Poem - My Life, My Passion
Its impossible for you to comprehend
My dependency on this music.
It’s like the blood running through my veins,
If you take it away, I fall woozy
On the ground, hazy-eyed
Trying to understand this life of mine
I start shaking in spasms of unexpressed passion
I am sick.
I am sick of this emptiness and music is
The only release I get
It’s the blood in me, the air I breathe
And I’ve been deprived, put up with this so long
My faith is gone
I’ve been wondering how I went wrong
Until I see that my life, my passion
Has been torn and ripped away in a disrespectful fashion
I did not expect this, no, but I’ve been receptive
No longer will I bend down to your power
No longer will I sacrifice myself and my love
For you
No longer will I victimize my life to your honor
I, I am stronger
And I won’t let you feed off my blood
Any longer.
