Here in my heart
The feelings are strong
Up in my head
The desires are fallacious
If I am not careful
I will start to cry
Splitting in half my soul
My body destroyed.
Neutral is not an option but Fantasy.
Either the flame of desire,
Or the satisfaction of survival.
What's wrong seems right.
What's right seems the path of death.
Gate ways to hell seem appetizing when it means to taste the world.
Privatizing my yearning seems logical when it means to live for ever in the fountain of youth.
Believes and believes...
Faith and lies.
The worst problem is that if I don't decide on time I'll die
Split by half
Heart Vs. Brain
Sometimes the best decision means lack of pleasure. Maybe for an instance sins are what makes us human, but we are not always human...
YOU ARE READING
If you're reading this, Don't!
PoetryRegrets by a normal human being that, by using poetry, says "sorry" and "is your fault". Who to say it is dedicated it to you the reader? Or to no one?
