We've made these lines
Painted in jaundice,
crusted by age,
Thick as keloid scars
ravaging pristine bodies,
To feel imprisoned
(more) by right and by wrong,
but, this is all imagination.
There are no lines
that must not be crossed,
this is Satans church
God's moved on to
filling them in turn
with more of the same,
an infected malice called
Revel in it,
Bathe in it,
Breathe in the stink.
My heart is infected.
Infected with love for another
I love him, but I also love him.
He is my mentor, someone who is looked up to
and the other is my current lover.
Are there any antibiotics for this infection of the heart?
Questions arise and I won(more)der how it got infected.
Is it something that I did? Or is it something that they did?
I suppose it doesn't matter just as long as it can be fixed(less)
Something viral takes over when emotions are tense,
shooting through my body like a main line of morphine.
I can feel weak or strong, joyful or angry.
The polarities are in battle to find balance.
Unregulated emotions can cause infected spirits.
tense emotions can infl(more)ame an already tortured self.
take away clear vision.
amplify stories that are less than truthful.
cause unnecessary destruction.
When I find myself in an infected place I prefer to apply curiosity.