hedonistic

 
the day was long and I was short
my temper was moody at best
I sulk in the shadows of my sullen afternoon

I burn through the happy conversations
my darkened demeanor was sarcastic at best
boredom loomed large and even my voices weren't talking to me

I shift from blue to angry
getting nothing done
and feeling impotent

I wonder what the problem was
maybe it's just one of those days
where the sun hangs heavy
blaring like a spotlight on my rank thoughts
highlighting the scald of it

I hate feeling like this
and am loathe to admit it
hedonistic needs are the culprit I think
desires buried beneath it all
rise to the surface and breathe

I am sexually repressed
burning with greed

I am lust