Shackled

Encompassed in a world of irony,
Aided by wayward blasphemy.
From the silence, I must retreat,
And utter words of my defeat.

But shackled is me, can't move about.
Restrained by my paltry doubt.
On what and what's not to abstain,
On pleasures that I should contain.

Long I faced the disabling gust,
That ingests me through irresistible lust.
It suffices my extreme hunger.
Scathes my sinful heart even deeper.

Now I stand exhausted, craving for solace.
There's no purity left on this jagged face.
Bound my life, lead me to the grave,
Because I'm condemned forever a slave.

- Rasui Akira

written in January 30, 2003