

DestructionDestruction is it pain, is it hurt Is it physical, is it emotive Is it only the outsideDestruction
In this man made world
Is it inside of us all? Inside our mind, inside our heart And lest we forget
Inside our soul
Is destruction the aching pain? Of never knowing Can destruction Ever be constructive
Is it the criticism we get from others Where they destroy you, from the inside out Where they batter your self esteem
To the point where you want to get out
Leaving this state of mind Leaving this world behind Too finally


LOVEWhat a lie love truly is Hiding behind pathetic mouths That utter the word love Ha I laugh at that emotionLOVE
Love is a weapon A shield a glove That is worn upon The heart breakers hand
What has love brought to this world? Has it brought acceptance
And harmony I think not The only love I can believe in
Is the love and respect of a friend? Nothing more of course not Because love is pain, its agony That squeezes and tears you apart
And if love of a friend brings that Love for something else Holding something more


LustLUSTLust
What is lust? Is it a word? An emotion A sin
It is something that hurts And lingers inside its lonesome And overwhelmed host And is never truly overcome
It is a disease A virus, that eats away
At you until you are to die For want, for need, for compassion
Do you lust for lust itself? Is it desirable to lust? Is it an intoxication? Of irresistible musk
It is a consequence A punishment That tears apart Your heart
Is it the seductress? That lures you into pride A
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