A Serial Offender

I.

Late night,

Scented sheets,

Crazed dementia.

Pictures on the screen doing their job.

Urgency to release myself,

Guilt on my mind,

A sinner on the loose.

What has become of our sacred playground?

I’ve finally become the animal you claimed I was.

II.

Temperature rises minute by minute,

Sweet sweat appears on my head,

Condescension trickles down my frozen heart.

Rain clouds gather in the sky-

Thick, grey, bursting at the seams and heavy.

Threatening to erupt from the canvas of the gods,

Threatening to tear his masterpiece apart,

A lightening strikes oblique across the sky.

III.

Oh! Zeus evermore supreme!

I’ve fooled myself into many a things,

but this?

This works perfectly every time.

IV.

Awash in Endorphins- I’m an inward slacking jelly.

Spent without a shred of sincere effort,

I’m a crime scene meticulously erased.

The mandate for my survival is complete.

Faked!

Orchestrated!

No wonder I’m content without anything.

V.

Be fruitful and multiply.’

God had said the day he created me.

But what do you do of the slithering serpent cunning?

What do you do of the forbidden fruit low-hanging!?

How does a mortal resist the lure of the original sin?

VI.

Body unconscious of the conscious crimes,

Ignorant of the difference in between-

Awards me a night of heavenly, dreamless sleep.

Only enraged further, the Gods curse me a renewed suffering.

I wake up gutless.

My body is a cold, tired sack of meat.

I am an infinite, unending abyss.

My earnings counted only in laziness and greed.

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