This sickness supercedes.
Trying to control all of my
Needs
my being
dreams and beliefs
From wanting and fervently longing, for another
To hold or cling to to
Let inside
Introduce to this deadly and powerful thing
That stops me from loving
and sharing
Whats deep.... much deeper
Than the true color of my days
It cuts me inside
Piercing more than any blade
Could it be God's gift
Although it appears man-made
Keeping men, women, even youth (lovers)
From each other
Lively diseases
Viruses non and communicable
Spreading
Across the body of man
Coursing through the entire
Of loveless souls
Who are still searching not knowing
that their desires for forbidden pasion
Is serious
Yes as serious as every last orgasm
Abandoned and hopeless
This grieving taboo still passes
Only because of unforgotten agony
From being ripped and stolen on the inside
Causing bodies to twist and cry out
Only for love
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