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Jan 2018
The hole enlarges each time the heart breaks
So deepens the emptiness with it
Deserted lands dried with no form
It is as if the soul has long left
Seeking its rightful place in the afterlife
Searching for where to belong
Unlike my body which is already doomed from inception
No matter its journey, its path ends in distraction
Death will be the end
None can escape the ordained fate

I now question my knowledge
Because my heart longs for all that I know to be wrong
How can all this be sin when it feels so right?
My body craves the lustful passions of the mind
Yearning to take bite of that forbidden fruit
My hands stretching only towards that which is sinful
Thirsting for the evil wine
I wish to dine and feast on all this beauty in my sight
My eyes see only that which tempts
Every confession is the genesis to the next one
No sooner as I am whole, do I sin again


Often I ask why it is I feel at home in this folly world
This condemned place, home to righteous men.
Why is it that its strangeness excites me this way?
And its darkness attractive to me
In the depth of silence i hear her voice in the winds calling out to me
In the loudest of noises, I can hear her celebrating with me
And in the morning when I can see her beauty, I appreciate each day I wake to see it
Enchanting goddess of love, bound with this righteous of men?
Perfectly curved edge to edge, each curve more enticing, more arousing than the last
Ever teasing pleasures, she presents
Never allowing me a chance to get used to the warmth of her embrace
In that moment, all is good, the yin and the yang are all coloured white, all is right
In harmony we move back and forth in a circle
Moreover, I start forgetting the pain that this life come with
Surely, this love is a curse
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