A man not in step with himself from within, the riptides of failure will pull him in,
the call of reason he will not reach, entangled emotions living life beseech-ed.
Having wants is not a sin, when willing to give the love begins, a close hand carries
no weight, love denied is not the twist of fate.
A shackle heart knows no pace, those burden with greed are easy to fleece, the hand
raised in violence shall know only shame, will feel the regret before the pain.
Pride cast its shadow to hide the wounds, foolish thought prepares your tome, eyes
close unwilling to see, this brokenness you cannot flee.
The lies burn the skin may not feel, every dog gets a turn you will find this to be real,
care not what I say that is your right, while you descend into darkness in the day light.