I purge from my depression by submerging in obsessions
urges are reflections of a soul that’s lost direction
crying for affection, leads to dying from infection
await with baited breath the kiss of death leaves no detection
I wish I could be free but I'm a slave to sins oppression
lurking through the night I seek the light through introspection
driven by addictions, but inspired by perfection
but passion turns to passive when your mastered by deception
The art of hardened hearts is now the skill in my profession
and pleasures of the flesh are now my refuge for protection
the bastard child of hope is often nurtured by neglection
when dreams deferred occurs and all the righteous face rejection
The wage for sin is death the price to pay for one's transgressions
and I have died a thousand deaths without one step that’s towards progression
lust over women in any religion, is man's most common confession
because learning to love and not loving to lust is a test that's a life long lesson
I guess I failed that test but yet my Quest still seeks redemption
and yearns to love a woman for the strength of her mind not the depth of her behinds dimensions
I wish I could be more deep and speak on how I've grown to over-stand this temptation
but I'm cursed since my birth, to be a slave to my grave and it hurts that it may cost me salvation!
By Wisdom Supreme 2008
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