i wanted to repost an old poem i found.
As silver showers of sorrow trace down my cheeks,
A desire pulls tautly at trickling tears as I weep.
And near the malice of mantle, emotion cannot escape,
Weighted by metal, emotion expiates.
In this house of horror, hollowed and humid,
I renounce reasoning; rebelling and rummaging,
I seek slow soothing and sacrifice shanty shame.
For to what wicked ends would I wane?
Nearer the bed, I break binding ties,
and advance upon Allah's all knowing eyes.
I humble heartily, and heed his consent,
as I imagine illusions of innocence spent.
To be forever in fire, free from desire,
Without quenching and questing in eternal fire,
A pit so piteous, pyre piled high,
A grim grave growing; gruesome cries.
As reality rekindles, recollection resumes,
The tears cease suddenly, as does gloom.
For within weathered walls, whim takes hold,
I strut to temptation, now tiered and bold.
basically, don't give in to temptation. don't do it if you know you shouldn't.
anyways, there it is. take it as you want.
A desire pulls tautly at trickling tears as I weep.
And near the malice of mantle, emotion cannot escape,
Weighted by metal, emotion expiates.
In this house of horror, hollowed and humid,
I renounce reasoning; rebelling and rummaging,
I seek slow soothing and sacrifice shanty shame.
For to what wicked ends would I wane?
Nearer the bed, I break binding ties,
and advance upon Allah's all knowing eyes.
I humble heartily, and heed his consent,
as I imagine illusions of innocence spent.
To be forever in fire, free from desire,
Without quenching and questing in eternal fire,
A pit so piteous, pyre piled high,
A grim grave growing; gruesome cries.
As reality rekindles, recollection resumes,
The tears cease suddenly, as does gloom.
For within weathered walls, whim takes hold,
I strut to temptation, now tiered and bold.
basically, don't give in to temptation. don't do it if you know you shouldn't.
anyways, there it is. take it as you want.