Morbidpansy

The simple human need to find a kindred,
to connect. And to know in our hearts...
that we are not alone. 

Passion. It lies in all of us.
Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted,
unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all,
and we obey.
Whatother choice do we have?
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. 
If we can live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank.
Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
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