Scars of Coveting

Thoughts on the table
Emotions becoming less stable
Creating a cavernous black hole
Questioning with anticipation the outcome
Going at all lengths not to succumb
Anticipations is now the main ingredient
Becoming more defiant
Rules given from the past
Forcing the act of having to fast
Thoughts hide behind a thickly fogged vale
Desire is now the only thing that will prevail
Crippled by desire
Souls have the feeling of being on fire
Falling from Grace gives an invisible egg on our face
Only to show loudly to all who see
Wanting, needing, wishing to be set free