Self Destruction

You cry, "It's my hormones!",
But all I hear are your whore moans.
You claim your innocence,
But in a sense,
It's just ignorance.
You lacked respect
In retrospect,
And as a matter of fact,
Your lack of that
Will blind you now,
From knowing how
The choices you make
Will cause bonds to break.
The pleasure you seek
Makes your spirit weak.
No self-control,
In your heart there's a hole.
A gaping abyss
Who's lost part you will miss.
And this deficiency,
Which you failed to see,
Will continue to grow exponentially.
Until your heart is dead,
Eyes staring ahead,
Making a living lying in a bed.