FINAL FRUITION

I was a fool
acting haughty
pretending I
wasn't enslaved
to sexuality.

I knew my
demise as
I watched myself
succumb to
her sensuality.

Could someone
ease this
pain that life
has me in?

It used to be
a part of
it, but now it's
labeled my sin.

There is no
exemption because
I have
lied,

and I can't
find redemption,
Lord knows
I've tried.

In the air
was a sadness
when I took
my last fall.

I'm still a
slave to her
skilled madness
through it all.

Denied as a
false pretense
I was subjugated
under your
own admission.

In the last
moments you all
whispered to
evil it's
final fruition.