Slaved by my senses..dutifully i exist..
life, a boat in a tempest..it just drifts...
Stifled laugh and muffled screams..dreadful of being heard..
soul, a corpse in a coffin..it doesn't want to be disturbed..
Wounds are parasite...they suck all my pain...
when i seek some...nothing..no nothing remains..
Desires are illusions...delusions that don't exist..
conjured by the weakened mind...even my heart cannot resist..
Ravenous greed for carnal delights....and endless vicarious joys..
a vicious cycle of lechery..the one i brought to a still..
Stymied by mirages..i do hesitate..
senses fools me..thralled by my own imagination i retaliate..
Freedom seems distant..feigned foes within me..
wait i will not..obstinate i may be..
shattering these malignant fetters..killing all the demons..
shall i be free.....?? shall i be free ??
1 comment:
Tremendous use of metaphors.. especially the soul, desire and the wounds part.. quite profound actually. Good work, keep it up.
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