house of pleasure

it deafens, it screams, it intrudes it shouts, it tears down, it bellows till the meaning of a quest is long forgotten. and the spirit is broken, in disarray disheveled forlorn tamas permeates into skin flesh, heart, how weak the body has become, will non existent, no more joy from what used to bring a smile for the over abundance not tampered has forge a new identity quite unlike the innocent once living being dwelling in sacred earth. ah yes, the rationalization, the denials, the logic spiraling on like waves in the sea never abating, never soothing, never providing a way out, trapped into a cave, the water turns stale. pleasure, addiction, a waste land without sugar. then the wheels turn again, the cycle spins, the sound of a hum, a deliberation and meaning became food for the soul.