On this isolated plain, abandoned I stare
Wording driftings towards me, lies a fake care
Conquest and Hormones, tides of titillation
Yet there they drift on the current
My pulse ever pumping, cursed liquid through
This life is a torment, dreamed or lived
I wander in circles without a reply
I anticipation freedoms, but they all die
As words sink in slowly, the sands intermix
I can't reply lowly, I can't find my lips
The curse is returing, ever again
Loyalties faulty, severed within
Into the waters of life and its sin
I sink far too heavy, can't even swim
Faulted for trying, ruined if not
I close off the walls, safe in my inn
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