Tiresome Is My Tamed Mind

Tiresome is my tamed mind

For the ransom of any kind, being kind

Tried a lot

Couldn't satisfy my lust

My past

In eager to tie a knot

To sleep with a wife

Nothing more; I'm so useless

Ugly in my character

Hopefully should disappear

Ranking from the least

Dream to bang the beast

So far there's been no feast!

Tormented, teased, cried, seized

So far in the lust

I become deceased, decayed

Dusted molested by time

Faith and fear has scratched everywhere

Tired of writing tiresome

The tamed thought of proving myself

By writing had faded long ago

Disappointing, in distress

Sucking and ducking society

Trying to find women's love

In her lap on her waist

Wish to feel her beauty

Working on it...

A continuous process though

Luck and lust have a connection they say...

In my case, both are causing frustration

Fatigue and hallucinations

What more could I be?

Restless today, ruthless tomorrow...

Hope for the better dawn!

I get it too...

But, Just like yesterday

Almost, always

The routine

My tongue hasn't become tasteless

But I want to taste a woman...

Bye for now; feeling sleepy