Thursday, December 04, 2008

Literary Futility: - Story of the Flesh

Warm to the touch.
Beautiful and Vile,
masked by a smile.

Vanity's canvas.
Enthralling the mob,
eroding the soul.

A Shroud for Deceit.
Living the lie,
Lying to Live.

Yearns for love,
confused by lust
enslaving the heart.

Self centered and selfish.
conceited and cut-throat
The Flesh is so Cold.

1 comment:

Azra said...

We are prisoners of our own desires. And to admonish, banish and control those desires is true freedom.