Deep Waters Of Lust (Pro.20: 5) Poem by Hunter Hatley

Deep Waters Of Lust (Pro.20: 5)

Every time I close my eyes; she's there
Corrupted light; from skin to hair

To every curve and inch sweet as honey
I'll lick it off my fingers and do it bluntly

Those lost eyes are beautifully painted but I won't thank the artist
Don't see a personality or soul in you, funny
Because my soul is up for bargain

Choirs sing when I touch you, I feel you but we're not connected.
Connected by connection I have your whole collection

Of empty souls trampled in the dirt
Maybe I love to watch you die, I love to see you hurt

But this is the only way you feel alive and I don't exist; I guess it's all perception

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Proverbs 20: 5 talks about how one's heart is deep waters (And a man who has insight finds it) , this is me saying these are the deep waters of my heart. Unfortunate, I know. Something I work on this relentlessly, to a point of forgetting to love God. I excluded a verse comparing my mind to a schizophrenic writing about nudity on his walls with his own blood but thought it was too much, obviously. (But it makes sense) . Sometimes it's good to dive that deep. Also I know it's weird that I'm explaining this, but I definitely think the 'Connected by connection' part will go over a lot of heads. It's basically saying, me and the woman (or sin) are connecting through internet connection, showing how absolutely desolate the topic is. I actually hate lust, with a burning passion, I might even write a poem about it alone, but this is how it feels. This is what the body gravitates to. Some people might think I'm crazy but some people think I'm perfect; I guess it's all about perception.
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