Longing

I have this feeling inside me, a distant longing for things untouched. My soul screams in mortal pain ,for this ache I cannot contain. How wild my spirit may be,it cannot tame the boiling of my blood,nor the silent torture I must endure, for whenever I try to lay my heart at rest,no comfort will come. And the silent craving I try to hide seeps into my bones,always reminding me; - as I slowly take this dance with madness -, there is no place, where I belong