too self aware to care
i want what i want
even though i know
i need not go there
too lazy to ask
too filled with flesh
enticing me away
oh that i would pluck out these eyes
oh that i would cut off these offending hands
oh that i would
i could if i really wanted to
too lazy to cry out
too busy comforting myself
even though i know
it will only bring misery
sin beckons with its promises
taking care not to tell the result
flesh softly begs me
take your fill of me
take your fill of death
it does not say
but i know oh i know
too lazy to say no
too easy to say yes
too much to turn
too hard to face the truth
no comfort
no promises
no light
no comfort
no satisfaction
no oh no yet i know
oh how i know
yet i go over
crossing that line
one more time
Angel Barreto
