Slave to lust

You like to observe those fading eyes
The innocence of sane
Slave to lust
With all that warm liquid flowing down that chest
Joy
Desire to rest
It is all about releasing the pain
Ignoring the facts
Forgetting the flames in what you shall burn
Above or below
Returning to turns
Rhythm shall be kept in a constant  pulse
Breaks and ignites
Abusing the flesh
Following the curves
Instinctive trial of internal blends
A toxic irruption in a carnal vial
Scratching screams of a mortal pride
A fall of beliefs that divide and collide
You do like to observe those fading eyes
The innocence of sane
Slave to lust
One more fallen soul
Three, two, one more
A final half a beat of a punching heart
And flames at once fail to join the thoughts