Thoughts that haunted my lust

I sit here trying to understand this unearth wanting that seems to prevail oh so indefinitely in my mind. Desire with such richness to it that it makes me want to proclaim all the things I never truly believed in. And if consciousness is subtle then I suppose my subconscious is slowly digging its way out of my system. No salvation for I got myself trapped in a cage with hollow bars and for some bloody reason options are ever too clear.

No more tears, of jaded blood and so the child that never was is now the child in becoming. If lust is a sin then I don’t have much left to do here but raise my arms above everything I thought to be true. Misconceptions, tortured soul that I am yet nothing ever stops me…not even myself. Mad machine, and still my spare parts are rusting, what am I to do whenever you gaze into my eyes and they just paint the portrait of a man begging for a taste of I? Could I be so vain as to turn back, on my way to nowhere, or maybe somewhere I once was, without living, never seeing, never being? These are the choices I made, somewhat careless of the consequences yet aware and fully awaked by them. I regret nothing. As I’ve said so many times before, I am but a crow. Observing the world that surrounds me in an objective way in a desperate attempt to understand it. Nothing’s impossible. My wings have not been clipped, as I fought like any good warrior would had done. The scars and designs running down my back are but a reminder that no path is wrong, only the way you take it is… There is no wisdom in my words, however, as uplifting as it will never be, it is but truth. So I sunk into this man’s eyes, swallowed life and stopped caring. How sweet is oblivion when it penetrates your ravenous soul. And I feed on nothing but this, when given by free will. His tattoos, his piercings will mark my mind forever as I am so easily imprinted with images, yet not fooled, nor influenced. Way of thought, way of life, whichever philosophy we choose we are the masters of it. Masters of what we will never have yet hope for in such a vain manner that it becomes fairly amusing. And yes, I am amused by myself, by my open confessions and the things that would not fit in your every day morals. But who am I, or anyone else to judge whether or not these morals should be my guidelines? Masters of nothing…Lust is the fire that never burns out yet that ravages everything at the same time using its full potential to bring heat and keep life going…I’m only human…yet life could never be so simple…lust could never be so complicated…I am but yours to break…knock yourself out…