The wars my
Thoughts wage.
The revolts these
Emotions stage.
Why is this
Mental carnage
So imminent.
Is there no end to
This bloodshed?
This body is a
Cauldron of craving.
Mind, full of
Thrust moralities.
Between the
Desires that poke
And the restraints
I exercise..
Everything collides
With one another..
Inevitably a conflict
Is bound to arise..
So I hold my dagger
Full of desire,
In a fistful of my
Hand..
And my guilt
Awaits outside
The bathroom..
To slay me for
Failing another
Time.
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