To want more than need
is the curse of my sin.
I gather collecting all the pleasure
Like a disease, I crave, 'More' is my grave
The morals and aims I shred on the way
Forgetting the dark twisted world I made

I glow red to the fire within
With the blood pumping through my veins
To destroy; screams my brain
With a scrowl and a frown
I detest every sense of logic
Killing the intelligence that inhabit

To find relaxation, I strive
Not knowing the lie I thrive
Like a monster, I ravage
Ignoring the prize I rummage
The attraction on which I feed
Throwing away all the dignity, indeed

My tongue licks clean
Like a madman for some taste
With teeth big, I dig, the forbidden plate
I fill the stomach which is already filled
Trying to savour the variety fare
The need overflows to satisfy the desire

I exaggerate and apraise myself
Scoff and undermine others
That's the nature of my being
To look like superior to everyone insecure
I hide my misdeeds and failures
To make myself feel greater

I lay about dwadling carelessly
My bones crack when I move
Making me nauseous and to stay put
I don't walk, I don't work
Lounge about thinking about matter
Yet come to complete none for the matter

— Urja Ghosh
(BookLoverVenue)