Inner Thirst

In the children of our immortality,

We tend to find some satisfaction;

We tend to fight for what we want;

We tend to seek for what we lost;

We tend to endure for what we need,

And when an opportunity comes

For us to acquire these,

We grab it;

And when we let it fly away,

We crawl for it.

We are too weak not to want satisfaction,

Until the difference between

What we want and

What we need is totally lost.

You gamble with the demon,

For your urge is strong.

And then you make the deal;

Being naïve, you already lose.

For you’ve bet your soul,

“I do this sin now,

But after this, I won’t.”

You can’t stop the temptation,

Like an unstoppable poison

Circulating in the body.

You’re now losing in this psycho battle.

You’ve let the flaming arrows

Enter your whole conscience.

Now you’re marching down to Abyss.

For a limited ecstasy

That equals no contentment,

That equals no satisfaction at all.