Purity

I made a vow, not a chain but a flame,

it burns in my chest and secures my name.

I pulled down her bra and saw her breast,

she spoke to my heart — this was purity’s test.

Though I stumbled, the flame still remained,

a light through the dark where purity’s gained.

How can a vow endure the fire,

when the world keeps feeding unholy desire?

I am a man who stands with a plan,

commanding my flesh to be made fresh again.

The sirens drip honey as I hand them my money,

their song is sweet, but the aftertaste’s funny.

It turns into sour, a fleeting high,

that drains my power and leaves me dry.

This was a test, born of child’s curiosity,

but the lesson revealed the edge of atrocity.

Yet still the vow, though tested, endures,

a flame in the night — unbroken, secure.

Though shadows surround and sirens implore, my vow burns brighter than ever before.