Desire

A Poem by Azoth

   Desire,
   It is a word
a word from the one who took our hearts.
   It is a word.
All psychology, eudemonism
   Wont work.
All sadness just begin.

GOD,
   Are you there?
GOD,
   If you created us , why you've put our Love in wrong hands?
GOD,
   Is our suffering makes you happy ?

Dear Spirit,
   This God wont Hear,
   This God wont Feel,
   This God is not here,
Dear Spirit,
   I know I've isurgence you,
   I know you told im not to be loved,
   I know I'm nothing.
Dear Spirit,
   Please help, wiping off my disgrace,
   Please correct my imperfection,
   Please give me my Soul, my Heart and my Love