Slave diary

The undaunted desire in me
The eloquence of my dreams
The monopoly of my own influence that thwart me
The sweetness within the sour source
and the bitter unmarked core
My UFO thoughts are unmasked drugs
and everything in me seems a folklore
My voice and feelings a monstrous myth
I'm an alien in a human sheath..

Covered with evident aspirations 
yet a solitary silhouette
With a silken covering that covers hardened attitude 
I am a morning hangover and migraine in noon
A volatile piece of ice and combustible boon
A contingent memory indeed
I am a slave if my own need.