Hugging the devil, refraining from the Lord:
Filling my hollow and empty life, the gourd
Of my soul, up with the mirth of lechery;
Making frenzied fortune from debauchery,
While the account of my heart is credited
With slush happiness: full, yet never sated.
Lured by diverse lusts; rain do not up fill
A basket. Man is vapid outside God's will.

What I surpress is,
A Passion not openly
Discussed as desired.

I'm not evergreen
Roots have changed, I still stand tall
My leaves however, fall.

You attack me when I am weak, helpless powerless to defend.

Why?

Simply because you can!

Everything becomes a joke, nothing is meant or meaningful.
Not with you.

Words are spilt, not spoken.

Sense, Reason, Purpose.
None of these describe you.
I crave that escape.

Hate and Love collide, become one.
I no longer exist, you embody me now.

Still aware, you grant me with memory.

Why?

Because you can, simple!