love lockdown

I find myself in the undeniable, inevitable....wanting to break free of the shackles that enslave me. Shackles of an invisible embrace that insists on holding me although I try so hard to break free. Doing its bidding unknowingly, I secretly want to be controlled by the irremovable force. When its away, I subconsciously long for it to return to torture me more....more than the last time, but better than before. Overwhelm me like the heat in a room with no windows or a.c.

Force me to feel it, force me to see it, but never going away but only for a moment...I have broken free before but it always finds me... it... always... finds me. Drawing me in with its voice, its touch, all with the impression that things will be different. That no longer will I be enchained and ravaged but to be free to ravage...all along deceiving me and entangling me in its web. I surrender and I give up if only for a short time but once its gone away....I'll try to break free even if its only for a moment.