ive got a lust for lust.
.
what an inner struggle thats become.
how it begins with a thought,and gradually begins to unfold.
twisting and turning through unsuspecting brain tissue like california wildfire.
everything begins to burn,every breath harder to hold onto.
nothing is left in its path,everything must go like its going out of style.
the latest and greatest soon turns to the oldest and useless.
like spies we wait,those shadows cast longer and more define as the sun sets daily.
alleyways become second nature,garbage now becomes sustinence.
lost in the human nature,soon we turn on eachother.
not a soul left to steal, not a body left un-scorched.
what once was nothing more than a notion suddenly rose to challenge the thrown for supremacy.
the stronghold is lost,and the army of inner demons once locked far away now surface.
the battle between heart,brain,and pure inner safety blasts through the chest plate.
now realizing,win or lose,theres no real successor,the path to forgiveness seems unforgivable.
not a soul left to take home the trophy.
all hope is lost knowing what we know.
crippled with pure undesirable guilt and self-pity,the deserted mental corpse is all that remains.
driven now to wander in a zombie like state,shuffling through debree and ruin that once was a kingdom.
our kingdom,our temple,what we helped build only to be torn apart by a Lust for its greatest nemesis,Lust.
an idea is a dangerous and beautiful thing.never to be taken for granted by its owner.
if only that were practiced like safe sex,maybe our inner orphanage wouldnt be so overpopulated.
like mental birth control or a cranium condom.
so keep the walls secure,your coat buttoned tight,and footwear comfortable for a marathon.
its safe to say with an inner conflict of that proportion, preparation for the coldest nights,
and darkest days would be the safest bet.
youve got a lot of running still left in you,if only you had some place to be.
what an inner struggle thats become.
how it begins with a thought,and gradually begins to unfold.
twisting and turning through unsuspecting brain tissue like california wildfire.
everything begins to burn,every breath harder to hold onto.
nothing is left in its path,everything must go like its going out of style.
the latest and greatest soon turns to the oldest and useless.
like spies we wait,those shadows cast longer and more define as the sun sets daily.
alleyways become second nature,garbage now becomes sustinence.
lost in the human nature,soon we turn on eachother.
not a soul left to steal, not a body left un-scorched.
what once was nothing more than a notion suddenly rose to challenge the thrown for supremacy.
the stronghold is lost,and the army of inner demons once locked far away now surface.
the battle between heart,brain,and pure inner safety blasts through the chest plate.
now realizing,win or lose,theres no real successor,the path to forgiveness seems unforgivable.
not a soul left to take home the trophy.
all hope is lost knowing what we know.
crippled with pure undesirable guilt and self-pity,the deserted mental corpse is all that remains.
driven now to wander in a zombie like state,shuffling through debree and ruin that once was a kingdom.
our kingdom,our temple,what we helped build only to be torn apart by a Lust for its greatest nemesis,Lust.
an idea is a dangerous and beautiful thing.never to be taken for granted by its owner.
if only that were practiced like safe sex,maybe our inner orphanage wouldnt be so overpopulated.
like mental birth control or a cranium condom.
so keep the walls secure,your coat buttoned tight,and footwear comfortable for a marathon.
its safe to say with an inner conflict of that proportion, preparation for the coldest nights,
and darkest days would be the safest bet.
youve got a lot of running still left in you,if only you had some place to be.