I know not what's real or  not

desires eating every last piece of me

several things i tried to encave

all just spat right back upon me

I felt the sudden rush

that adrenaline making me gulp

surely eyes could forget what it sees

 yet  the mind won't forbear playing tricks

the heavy muscles do not  compose a man

neither doth the ego

those things thou flaunt-

won't forbear  ringing  'i  mine pate

guess i wasn't as firm-set  as i look

for the might are  not  'i  the physique

 yet   'i  its ability to resist thou,

and those hard-yearning desires