Filth

You reek of desire

You reek of lust

Playing with the fire

A mere bag of dust

You speak of greed

Enslaved by your need

Knowing yourself

How could you breath?

Chased by Demise

and when it’s time

you’ll long for another sunrise

A moment sublime.

Copyrights: Aiza Chaudry

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