• zero_six 6w

    The first and last pillar of slavery

    Love
    Is a closed-ends cave
    With battalions of fear at one end
    And a vast throng of insecurities at the other

    Lust
    Is an obsolete ocean
    That drowns you in its swoon
    And you pray with all might not to reach its shore

    It is a sign of intoxication by naivety
    To ask which flavor tastes better
    All shades of freedom are made from lust
    Love is the first and last pillar of slavery

    ©AJ021119