Devious desires drilling my head,
Disturbing delusions denuding my soul.
Drunk on devil’s drink,
Devious desires devour me whole.
Dead emotions deafening roar,
Force me to shut my mind,
To the sounds hitherto loved
But now do not seem to bind.
What’s the point of being good,
When weeds of evil wrangle me whole?
I let myself be swayed like fidgety fires
Ah, they drive me, my devious desires.
-Shivam
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