I have sunk into an inexhaustible, unnerving sin, an unnatural stroke at the face of God. The urge to twist with a smile the sickest bliss slithering what moral once controlled.
I am held by an obscene spawned weakness, a companion to what does not feel alive. An exquisite pleasure no art could concede, a craving laying on what’s left of mankind.
How can I regain the wealth I had before if now I only feel my need rising? A hideous gnarling wound seeking not beauty but the gathering of flesh for surviving?
The world failed through war and starvation, a mirrored hell for servants of will. The benightedness of uncommon deeds smearing a void with vicious yearnings to fill.
Laying desire as the embodiment of madness, delusion striking blatantly at wisdom. I see mornings losing the once adored dawn fleeing scared towards dusk with no repentance, a shame relentless.
Such is the vile need of desperate men as a play for survival forgets all that moral taught. The churning visions of hunger melting my desire with blood and the screams are far to be heard, dignity losing will!
A disguise for constrained philosophies where significance is null, parched pathways of errors befriending the ruins of my mind. I have been a man, now an abominable experience of endurance, the unlimited curse that greets and kills the hero in you!!! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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