Insanity pleadings and pity parties enslave my nights.
No sleep, nor sex, or love, or life, nor death can consume them.
My divine sleep invokes dreams of lies. Yet, how I love them.
I’ve gone the way of the light and the wicked infect my being as I becomethe jealousy of what I do.
Sex, unnecessarily summons a close capture of unworthy emotions
from ecstacy. As I lose myself, with every warm embrace, the isms stand and I am a self sacrifice for impure pleasure. I caress it as I dream and reality hurts my sanity.
Pronouncing love lost my souls and I separate life’s will from time.
No-love has envy and infatuation pregnant with my seed. Its genes composed of a kings’ royalty in pain, godlike pain and hatred as redundant as I breathe make me wish to stop.
One life, forever unforgiving my future, reciprocating my past.
Unhappiness scares my flesh like I have other bodies, other souls, and infinite despair. My temptations become pain. I love and need as if I were immortal.
Sometimes I feel death so deep. I shed my loins wishing for silence. The sooner I have peace, it may last, condemning. Raining guilt overcast from my dreams and their screams.
Sorrows of loneliness.