Out Of Control

I've always had everything under my control,

but looking back, that life seems so dull.

Perfection and innocence now make me ill,

I need an adrenaline rush, I need some thrills.

Detaching myself from morality, I desire,

I want to know what it's like to play with fire.

I want to give my life a complete turn,

I'll let every decent thing in my body burn.

I need a rush of chaos coursing through my pure blood,

letting all virtues immerse in this raw flood.

Flawless, I don't wish to be,

I ache to flirt with anarchy.

For once, I would want all control to be lost,

have it all blow away in the forgotten dust.

Danger and risks, I am enticingly tempted to taste,

I want to know what it feels like to fall from grace.

I want to be known as the defiant outcast,

the tenderness that I was is all in the past.

Ethics are entirely overrated,

my strife towards it has faded.

Losing control would be so nice,

anything wicked would suffice.

I'll surrender and let corruption consume my soul,

allowing myself to finally be out of control.