poem #1

Breakable.
That’s what we are.
Beings never knowing exactly
How far we will go
Just to get the sensational taste
Of sin.
That bitter sweet,
Delectable sting,
It crosses your lips,
Lingers on your wavering tongue,
never lasting long.
The high you get
just from a simple,yet satiable sample of
Of poison.
We are giving in,
Will power never sank in.
Futile, weak,
Our meager bodies cannot control
The yearning for something more.
It’s human nature.
How can we fight it?
The calling always hinders
Our judgment to the core.
The ceiling’s down.
The floor is up.
Impairment of reality,
Masked by words Of banality.
Take off the blindfold,
Untie the noose
Because we’re hanging ourselves
Dry.