Why? why you? why me?
These are questions I ask myself as I chant the rhythmic hymns of mass songs as I confess my sins,sins of the flesh that have inhibited me with their all consuming lust,lust for the unknown,the unheard of,for you.
In the heap of raging,searing emotions I curse the Lord for binding my soul to the likes of yours,a sinner,nonetheless.
As I drag my exhausted self off my praying stance from another night dedicated to pleas and promises of never ending faithfulness only if you rid me of the devil I have been given to bear.You.You are my devil and I would gladly worship at your feet if I had felt inclined to do so.I can't help it.I've fallen hard and no ones willing to catch me...guess I should prepare myself for the impact...right?
I hate you...with every fibre of my being because...you...you make me feel things I have never yet to feel.YOU make ME weak...you make me feel weak and for that...I hate you,I swear I really do but...I love you...I love you so much I feel like I'm being lit from the inside out,slowly burning,the fire licking at my most sensitive parts elevating me to a more spiritual realm of want and need and desire but only for you...you take me there but you leave me hanging and so utterly alone and for that I hate but at the same time love you.
