lust

Lust is for the lost
And the living lies
Looking to breed.
I have lost, and been lost
I have lived... maybe
I haven't lived,
And I really haven't lost yet.
But I'll lose soon, I can smell it in the air,
I can smell it like a storm.
Like the rancid smell of pollution and waste,
Rising out of my throat and
Coming out of my mouth.
Losing is for the lustful,
And living is for those who are alive.
I have lost;
And I am lost.
I have no lust but to be found