lament.

You call me

            desire, 

         as if I were born from a torch

            and not a storm. 

          I won't complain, but this is 

not survival. 

This is how beasts are made. 

         Some outlive their suffering. 

Others  force their way 

        through time.

      This is 

                         over-saturation, 

                  because I’ve drowned 

                                                        too much to die.