How debilitated your acumen should be
How tumultuous your insides have become
Even the beast averts his eyes and cringes
How divine, yet deplorable, you prove to be
Melting into a conglomeration of perpetual thought
Your discoveries rupture your premature discernment
The beauty in life is not administered
It is acquired by a mighty cost
If you dare to evade your person
If you dare to gamble with pulchritude
You dare to gamble your vitality
This world is calloused; our skin noxious
Roughed by the abrasions we have torn
I remain vacillating to concede my malfeasance
Like the ape who has become human,
My hands are too besmirched
with the crimson of consummation
Vacillating yet transparent
How debilitated my acumen should be
How cruel to my vitality I would prove myself
My bereavement would eclipse my existing state
I am a laggard to concede
But honesty stays transparent in my hands
I am so very coarse but impotent to deceive my soul
Who should be and carry such affliction?
Whose vitality outweighs the beast?
I long to, but it is not me.
I long to, so I step forth with the beast.