Heart That Angst Rules

The indifferent jaw set in apathetic study,
the hooded eye slanting toward skeptical cynicism,
the careless hair tossed about black-clad shoulders,
all set my soul to yearning.
This thespian soul seeks this careless disregard,
that might flare suddenly into raging fires
that can only be extinguished with burn-out and
utter emergence into this pyre.
The soul that angst and pathos does rule,
hardened by betrayal's touch,
raging 'gainst the machinations of authority,
this holds me captive.
For this is what is most enticing,
this is what captures my elusive mind:
that this distant creature slouches through life,
yet lurking within is a veritable volatile volcano
of life and passion.
Yearning the stillness of serenity,
the awe-touched sense of aloofness,
yet needing the explosion of emotion,
I search for both.
The steady hand, the unflinchable gaze,
the careless toss of head,
all set my body to wanting to expose
the buried fire and the suppressed passion
that must eat us alive.