Predestination Stories

You see  I am a victim of impulse  The sound of my own breathing  Deafens all  When the beat of my heart  Hits a rhythm  Only the other  Recognizes  First the senses  The eyes, the mind, the soul  For me there is no hope  My existence has been predetermined  You do not understand  I just cannot help myself  I fall willingly to my position  Before him My body never adapted well  It has always missed the union  Knowing natu...