For the Fallen Priest

This is for manic intent and her/his Psalms for the Fallen. The end of the 9th chapter, I suppose. A remarkable thing, really...



Burning lust and desire slipping over my veins
Of the eyes just ahead me, where the darkness prevails...

I am cursed by my hunger and sinned by your touch.
I'm abandoned by... God... That's already too much.

Do you wish me be free? I just cannot. Can not.
And so painfull is every lesson I've learned...

Only faith left within. Only faith and no soul.
Every crying for help turning into the howl...