lust is a broken loop in my heart I see her body and she takes that as all I see and maybe I concentrate and I notice it yes any person would and sometimes I imagine many things but that will never compare to you to my Angel in the sky that I cradle in soul and reap the darkness from them I will hold there burdens above mine and all I think about my life is how disgustingly ****** I am so I confide yes it's not healthy but it helps me keep my hands off her but sometimes I wish I could let loose but I can't so I tie a noose on my hands and string my self by it maybe my hands will bleed for what I've done I'll take the torture for everything I've done