Corporeal Passions Fail My Intentions
Corporeal Passions Fail My Intentions
Existence is a blank piece of parchment
Each moment contains an infinite supply of
Images, consultations, words, and memories
But existence remains blank
Denial clears its memories
I find myself falling for those
Who I do not want
The warmth of body betrays me
The blood in my veins fails me
I seek separation from all bodily desires
-An entity of the soul-
But corporeal passions consume much of my thought
Isn’t my existence a blank piece of parchment?
I have achieved nothing
All of my greatest epiphanies,
My most incredible victories
Were nothing more than sleight of hand
The glass is as full or as empty
As I want it to be
Existence is a blank piece of parchment
Each moment contains an infinite supply of
Images, consultations, words, and memories
But existence remains blank
Denial clears its memories
I find myself falling for those
Who I do not want
The warmth of body betrays me
The blood in my veins fails me
I seek separation from all bodily desires
-An entity of the soul-
But corporeal passions consume much of my thought
Isn’t my existence a blank piece of parchment?
I have achieved nothing
All of my greatest epiphanies,
My most incredible victories
Were nothing more than sleight of hand
The glass is as full or as empty
As I want it to be