Lust
LUST,
It can be so addictive.
Its nearly impossible to break it possession.
Like a bee traped in flower's snare of temptation,
We also imprisoned to its false wen.
It efface all the tranquillity, and drives people like blind puppets.
It's destroy all the amity of human and Impair themself.
Rather than rising its buried all affection.
Making hollow, it's slowly arreste all the feeling
And make people to do false dedication.
Slowly it consumes the calibre of loving,
and emergence the route of demolition.
Like a firefighter it abolish all the means of compliance.
And make the person self destructive.
Following ruining to the fullest extent.
There will be interminable Nothingness,
Finally it accomplished its ambition,
and leaves the body with direction.
© Kill3rheartshreshth
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