["What man has joined, nature is unable to put asunder" - Brave New World - A Huxley]

I stare down upon my hands as I float through intimate moments
I swear on a stack of Bibles to strain every nerve to prevent

Insane acts of hysteria
From teasing my senses,
Yet not even hope
Can disturb my offences

Motives changed and left me deranged
To the gracing works of the soothing earth
Exhausted by lust, with fingers crossed
I take the shine off the swoon of birth

Sentiments are running deep,
Miles to go before I sleep
My eyes water in the speedy air,
Their vision is bleak and sore
Though these eyes said otherwise
The feeling's back for more

I join the ranks of silent witnesses

Hearts maintain a stony silence
Quiet, nearly gone
I seem to catch my breath
Once the vultures come

Now enter the scavengers