I have lost the place where I keep all my
Whispers; hope stained upon old memory.
In fantasy words be come heavy sighs.
Lust fills my veins and greed posseses me.
Through new blood and forever expanding,
Sex now permeates every clumsy thought.
It is perversion that's now controlling
And replacing sense with a hungry heart.
If there was ever dignity to this
Name, my right hand has erased every trace.
In my passing thought it's my heart I've missed.
Through that passing thought I must now retrace.
If a love can pervert so far away,
Wonder questions what else may run astray. |
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