LUST II

I stand in awe of you,

Of a fruitless fault,
With tiny white beads,

Roundabout your waist,

Not excluding my hip,

And eyes glaring darkly,

Such latent heat,
Behind the darkened  lashes,

I assumed it was a consolation,

But I did wrong,

Within it was devastation,

Surpassing my bone marrow,

Pumping into my heart,

My mood is sickened,

A deadly illness,

Affecting my Cerebrum,

My eyes, hands and legs,

Have packed their bags,

They went on a journey of greed,

Yet still not satisfied,

They keep going,

And I gave my permit,

Like a living corpse,
That I am.

Like a river deviant,

My soul is troubled,

As the source,

My body and mind,
Took some time but,

They came together,

Working strategic plans,

But this makes it worse,

Still troublesome as the ocean seam,

I became naked and ashamed,

My hairs pulled down,
Covering the left-over dignity,
Hiding away the sun rays,

But ears were left off,
To let out the pains,

These memories, 
Though tattooed on my skin,

Remains as reminders,

I bought a needle and thread,

For a cloth not needing stitch,

I crave for wants,

Not sure if needed,

All I ever wanted,

Wasn’t a sickness so deadly?

Neither was it the prison of greed

I fell in,
Because I want pushed,

But now,
Falling deeper,

Eyesight is lost,
Lost to the ,darkness

Night blindness became my vision.

I will need stability,

Off course in the right,

So to my mind, I wrote,

Gather up your loins,

Thirst for a renewal,

Start from my head,

Farther down to the heart,

I can do this!,
Repeat and say again,

I am more than this!,

‘More than a Conqueror’ as it is written

Notwithstanding

Lust won't be my home,

Even if,

There was once a hole or a break in my heart.