escaping what's reality
to veil sinful dreams.
nothing comes this way
unless treading on they mean.
favourable desires
alight themselves within.
nothing here bears charity,
but only charity of the skin.

shadows cover every eye
and every mouth covered with dust.
all brains swept away with thoughts
of their own desired lust.
cornered in your own rebellion
knowing this is wrong.
fulfilled not yet, we keep going;
no one dares not finish their song.

teasing and tormenting minds
desires forbid themselves
amongst the grounds of Mercy
onto which no one delves.
God sees this pleasantry,
this delightful, delicious sin,
but in the end we pray stop.
at lust we only just begin.

murderer of the mind,
killer of innocent souls.
vengeance through our bodies,
has created beautiful trolls.
our bodies portray desire
and yet our souls are plagued.
we dig ourselves deeper
into an invigorating grave.

the bed our hearts lay upon
is not the one we desire to return,
but instead the bed of death
is what our hungry minds yearn.
we know which is truly more giving
and yet we replenish thirst with sand.
no pleasing a high-class whore
with only holding hands.

unveil the masked shame
and cover only with guilt.
confidence is perverted
when on lies it is built.
corner your own rendezvous
with all that you proclaim.
all these lies you cover with truth
should be your begotten shame.

nurse the needs within
as youth will then not rust.
find the depths of your skin
as you dive into lust.
eat the candy with the poison
that only pursues death.
find the hand that is too pure
to even feed off your breath.

Copyright Brittany Renee 2004
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