Inborn

It's a terrible thing, to compare your outsides with your insides.

The body, and all that is a body.
The taste, the scent, the touch.
The loss, the gain, the change.

The art that is inborn
The soul that dwells within.
Oh, we beg to be changed.
After climax,
we wish it hasn't been done.

We seek love, lust, vengeance,
opulence, and they shall end us.
For the flesh becomes liquid.
The bones into dust.
The eyes, crystallized.

The body cannot be compared
to what is within.
To what dwells within.

I will not rest until I become
the air this confused world breathes.
Until my name is written on a tombstone.
I shall not rest.

For the body is just a body.
The flex of the muscles do not
determine your mind, soul, and spirit.
Physical. That is all.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Inborn.

Reviews

[Lola]

Amazing.
Your words are so powerful, a weird special feeling was stirring within me
I'm not quite sure, but i think they're called emotions?
Either way you made my reluctant little heart beat and feel like no piece of writing has before.
Everything was just sewn together so perfectly it made even the most beautiful garment envy the beauty it'll never be put into words.
The message was so powerful and outrageous. I am indeed Inborn.
FABULOUS


Oh and apparently there's no such thing as a 1000000000000000x10 /100 -_-