Lust and Pain
Lust and pain,
Go hand in hand.
Lust and pain I must refrain,
I must train to refuse the pain,
Trust myself, not to lust.
My lust will only be the cause of my world to bust.
Wide open with a ethereal pain.
Tear my being from disdain.
Fill my entrails full of pain and lust.
Why does the world feed us so much pain?
Copyright © Adam Ballard | Year Posted 2011
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