Confessions That I Need Help
I am greed, I am gluttony, I am this vile thing called Lust.
Of all things deviant and distraught, I am the facilitator
Of all things teary, dripping or dry, and user of the weary
I am a liar and a cheat, the worst kind of manipulator.
It's grueling to abide the whispers you speak,
It's delicate to control the insanity I leak.
Everywhere I go, you exist,
Breathless wind, dry rain, lit darkness,
You bring them all, burning bliss,
Like the noose around my neck.
I just want to cast aside,
But to you I must abide,
Because time and time again,
I've truly tried,
And lied, and lied, and lied,
"You are not a part of me,"
I do not care, covet, crave, or dare I say, love....
The days I'm alone,
Are the best I've ever had,
But schizophrenic conversations consume them,
And you won't go away,
Because thoughts make me who I am,
And you torment me day and night
Even though, I'm in love with someone real,
And everything's all right.
You taunt and tease, so I feel,
And no matter how hard I shut my eyes,
You stay even with my cries,
Sirens of imagination and lies.
These are confessions of the weak,
My blood, tainted does reek,
With insanity I maledict
Can no longer be this addict.
I’ve never acted, never caused harm,
Wish I could take up arms,
I have and will fight,
But my remarks seem trite,
In my tears, fears, and fright.
I am greed, I am gluttony, I am this vile thing called Lust.
Of all things deviant and distraught, I am the facilitator
Of all things teary, dripping or dry, and user of the weary
I am a liar and a cheat, the worst kind of manipulator.
It's grueling to abide the whispers you speak,
It's delicate to control the insanity I leak.
Burden on my back, breaking me to fold,
I must saunter, and love the one I hold.
She is real, she is bold, she is this wonderful thing called love,
But you voices split my head in two,
And I hope she’ll forgive,
Because I think only would a few,
And with her, I want to live.
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