Faiblesse Des Sens

Gestures are regrets
That time out accentuates
The energy is lost, the desires drag along
Each phase of discomfort alters the reason

Unconfessed unstable moods
Weakness of the senses and frustration
Choking the conscience
I'm getting nauseous

Internal grime
Bodies are havens to the caresses
Made odorless as soon as they germinate their seed
A permanent emptiness will put the remaining to sleep