THE CRAZY LUST

She called me crazy,
She called me a fool,
Pissing on the poor in a rainy drool
And I collect the broken pieces of my sainthood,

Realizing that the eternity had left me for dead
and now the pain roars out my chest,

I feel my soul resisting,suffocating and burning,
as I curse the quake struck by her words,
Leaving my dignity to be a false in this existence,

I blame my self for my actions, but the lust refuses
to be called a quitter.