Passions

I know they reside within me.
They've obviously made a home
in the country of my heart.
I just don't know what they'll do
once they awake.

I've buried so many things
in their armpits,
even in their privates, things
I was so marvelously ashamed of,
of loves that could never be
returned.
They are there, and I've tried to
kill them, one by one
even assassinate them.
Some of them are so evil...

I once fell passionately in love
with a beautiful woman.
I tried to show off.
I tried so desperately to make her
love me.
It was useless... my passions
were so wasted.
What do I have now
but passions dying
within my heart?

Some passions, some passions
I'm just not sure about.
They act so nobly,
but once I break my silence,
there is so much chaos and confusion
Inside.
I know it's mine, but
it's so very hard to own.
And the hatred, hatred, hatred,
it is so heavy with pain.
I hate being fooled.

Have they all gone away,
these potent creatures
of sexual desires and noble dreams?
I wanted so much
to express
my passions. Are they
dying in the wind
while I live out a dreadful existence?

Christ had passion...
he wanted to release mankind
from sin, he was driven
by a dream of forgiveness,
he could endure all things
for the sake of his ardent love.

What of I? I wonder,
is passion a part of my speech?
Have I broken and lost
the will
which moves passions
toward a goal?