Monstrous, my desires reign,
wafting between extremes,
varying in their content.
But light and darkness coalesce
into a horrific anxiety.
It overcomes the apathy
of dozens of generations
who benefit from exploitation.
Take me away, my heart shouts,
for I am a monster.
I am a hot poker in the bowels
of a suffering humanity.
I am a hot poker in the heart.
A horror in a soul
I thought I never sold.