A Lethal Bondage

Inevitable desire, the quench for lust burns like an untamed temptation,
Soothening an iron mind, whilst melting onto a wandering soul, leaving a scarred attachment. This nakedly clothed entitlement to ecstacy, further reaps the need for a longing Bondage. Upon its unsettled mind and hungered body, the search for a spiritually medicative cure is driven by the utmost loneliness that continues to bloom under the vague of its survival.

Blinded by internal solitude,
A half-filled glass mind reaches to the closest comfort for its own confinement
The scarce interaction between one of its kind, slowly bridges and compromises it's living fitality.
It's recognition of reality is projected through hallucination
While being prone to a proactive death, this dismantles it from the inner to the outer perception.

A triangular sphere of life is revived through the soul, heart and mind of the unadjusted carrier.
Altered from the realm of matter, the strive for leisure is composed of unrattling desire and the will to stay alive, although one may see this as the indefinite truth. The road to sufficiency begins with an end to unknown temptation.

Reeking off pure harnessed sexuality
The barrier between moral equity and irrational infringement, Is Broken.
Unbearable eagerness that pokes through the skin like a needle, reinforces the idea of mental instability of oneself.
How much longer can this suffocating heaviness breached by the mind be held equivalent by a strong will to not engage. Yet have I not forgotten the contributing attributes that make me a human, have I not being too quick to prejudice or self-destruct, for I am forever in contact with this bondage that lies buried until my destined purpose, as well as the inexplicable death.