sleep plays hide, in lack i seek

my mind is wayward and bent,
my fingers tremble in their own accord
i can't even write

what the fuck is wrong with me ...

only god knows i'm trying my best,
falling into a revolution for my life,

maybe you'll hold my hand ,

these are the best times of my life in the worst life of my time,

i've become so tired of this loneliness,
i'm a fool to try ,

temptation, sin, is a way of life ...

fragile

we spend out entire lives in pursuit of intelligence, enlightenment, closure (call it whatever..) avoiding, even shunning the visceral that plagues us , to what end ? realization of our aspirations or rather subjugation to an inept sense of morality ? with even the most basic of our yearnings smothered by an overtly controlled social experiment that is defined by the mistakes of the ancient, that by inherent nature represents a downward spiral. Sometimes i wonder..