Lost in Lust

These images displayed on the back of my eyelids
Heavy with the contact of a heat so intense
I awake drowning in a thirst, throat on fire
Take the rubies and emeralds and diamonds
I don't want things, just asking me so is an offense
I won't attain them and dress in such attire
Give me skin, and blood and someone to touch
I crave an addiction so sweet it must be lust
Weighing on my mind like gravity is to us
I lean on my morality like a crutch
Clutching at it like a lost child, in a fuss
In fact I lean on this too much
I hold on so tight I can feel the curiosity
As if Curiosity was in itself an individual
Caressing my cheek, asking me to come play
The reality of this a brutal fate of captivity
He sing songs to me with a tone almost whimsical
Like a siren to a sailor, I obey
But just like all dreamers awaken
I face every day stuck in an abyss of no such way
Lost in a craving, addicted, forsaken
Waking up next to an angel every day...
Who refuses to partake in my desire
While I lay awake in my day to day hellfire.