The darkest minds

 

    

Its called man but, weak to fight the flesh's desire

The best opponents, "a match made in hell" 

Its like war of an unsynchronized pair

If Pleasure is leisure then that's not fair 

No wonder the spirited men can't tell

Deluded he thinks his king, so his game 

Forgets in this world you might be playing devils the tale 

Nothing beats the entertainment of the senses 

Its like meditation, automatically hacking life's defenses 

What's beauty to the eyes corodes the brain hence less detection 

Its sight but incredibly, it adds pressure to the veins 

Just like a drug skip a dosage you'll know it pains 

If heard, it's the sweet voices  you can't unhear

They leave scars, you will always think that they near 

We know it's all sin, and more scary since it brings no fear.

But chear to the heart, and the joy that makes both tear

To the touch it brings numbness to the senses 

Devastating madness, I mean the blur when you cannot focus 

We talking cracked lances, disturbed vision 

With no vision all reality is lost 

We all know nothing beats the fun, 

But exactly who knows at what cost 

We care not as long as it feels warmer than the sun

With no senses, no direction, you just a ghost 

Well its pleasure paradise after consuming it's host

They say he's become a filthy ghoul 

I think not, he's just wounded 

All the red you see illusions of blood but its poison 

Let's face reality this battle was already foul

The pleasure I speak turns a man into a lost soul