So exhausted
yet so unsatisfied
locked in a battle
of love and hate
with my worse enemy
that of my desire

seeing figures
through a haze
my body, my senses,
confusing this feeling
for utter completetion
but how can that be?

if I have yet to experience
my stimulation of choice

so bound by these walls of flesh
such emotions should not be contained
could only hope to be described
suspision is extravagent
lessons are no longer required

for the teacher have been engulfed by the pupil
and it would seem incredibly pointless
I have taught myself all I could ever hope
to learn

one can only pray, hope to
arise from the ashes of dignity
set aflame by the restrictions of prosecution
succume to your perversion my friends
no need to fear, resolutions may vary
freedom is a right

and now, in a fit of desperation of my own want
I fall asleep once more
allowing my thoughts to wander
to limitless areas of my own fulfillment
where beauty is beastality
humor is equality
and above all
pain, and pleasure
are one