My senses, my desires, my lust for this world escape reason and truth because it is far to sweet and soothing to my tongue. I fall into a deep, numbing spell and all that I believe and all that is True becomes dim and faraway, in those moments, they are neither concrete or real. The Words of Love and Truth written on the walls of my heart melt off the walls, sliding down to the floor and burns through the floor. I free fall into lust's abyss, deep and dark, with no bottom to reach because the fire of passions only grows hungrier. My flesh has become my master and carried me off to a crusade of pursing pleasure for myself.
"All creatures either distress or tempt you, and dominate you either by forcibly subduing you or charming you with sweetness which is a far more terrible and harmful yoke." (Pascal)
The Creatures say, "come with me my sweet darling, take my hand and I will lead you to a place of utopia and forgetfulness. Do not worry, do not think, follow only how you feel with me." The creature is enchanting and I am drunk with it's magic, I drink from it its sweet nectar, letting each sip saturate my soul, my mind, and my heart. I belong to it now and I do not notice until I have made myself it's prey and find myself drowned at the bottom of a sticky thick pond. Only then, my small shrill voice calls out to Him, "Where are you? Why have you gone away from me?" When I am the one who turned my face from Him.