After surrendering to a gluttonoulsy existence,
Where the mistress that resigns in feast,
I now know her promises of forgetting,
Were a lie.
Left with nothing but layers to shed (more work)
Inturn this be the ultimate test,
To demonstrate my ability,
To show i need nothing to live on,
But the subtle thought of him (just like before)
My reward for this strength,
Be something i have wanted more than anything...
In that moment, I changed from a girl facing nothing but emptiness(raging appetite), to someone with purpose (a goal). I saw that to be (a) perfect could be a stepping stone(one of the twelve) to something else... a place in his world.(heaven)
