Down Time

I need to engage all the rage;
Spitting it out on this page;
Tightrope walk through insanity,
Wrestling the calamity;
In this new darkness, recklessness,
In a whirlpool of distress.
I really want to love you well;
and I want to love you to hell.
The source of so much love and fear;
And hope, anger, joy and despair;
I hurt with you and without you,
A hard melancholy tune-
Plucking fibres of sanity;
A soul without warranty,
As my God surely intended;
He was surely offended,
To have created you and I;
For through His disgust and spite,
Created my object of love,
And everlasting turmoil.