Indulgence: Satan's Gift to Man

My bones stiff.
My spirit weakening.
Polluting my sense of self.
Not caring.
I’m addicted to not caring.
It makes everything so much simpler.
I like simple.
I know how to do simple.


The world is a confusing wasteland.
Where I feel, I do not belong.
The pace of it all is too fast for me.
So I sit and wait.


Biding my time as always.
Drunk with love and filled with hate.
Bottled up inside,
And no sign of freedom.



Well,
I’ve found my freedom.
In the smoke that strangles me.
Strangles into that space before death.
Absolute euphoria.


A place where I feel like the only thing that matters.
The center of attention,
The star of the show.


We are all actors anyway.
Day to day.
Week to week.
We dress to be faceless.
Another face in a sea.



I’m sick of waiting to see the storm.
It must be created.
To hold my attention
To keep me interested.



It’s all so predictable,
So commonplace.
I need an escape.



Be it, my ladder.
Just a few steps up,
And none down.
A little further I slip into obsession.



Capture my heart and capture my soul.
Put me for once,
In control.
To see as I should.


Oh how I love you more,
Than any of the girls.
You always give me,
What I want to take.
My lips wet around you.
Breathe you in,
My precious flower.
Take me to your paradise.
Engulf me in your eroticism.
Hold me here.
Don’t let me fall,
Angel.
Sweetheart.


You are like heaven.
Where my fingertips touch,
And feel your beauty.
Wrap around me.
Like a snake around it’s prey,
I want to feel the intensity.



Between the legs of the earth
I do crawl.
To embrace her fruits.
Deny god and all his teachings.
Rip it from the tree.
Devour.
The serpent is on my side.