Disgraced! defeated! by this sinful life,
I crave for more.
And loathe the sight.

I feel that guilt, rising
Up in my throat .
I suppress it well,
To indulge in decadence
Once more.

Finished , full
I cry from the core.
Why am I helpless ?
Hedonistic this lure,
Epicurean principles describe
My existence,
They have become
My sole subsistence.

I am pure, if honesty is pure.
Curing this despondency
And covetousness,
With pursuit of pleasure