Monk Discipline-Frankenbok

F**k! Then fall it＇s you why bend and mend for fruits that won＇t come undone? Scathed and unsung! Because you can abort the bliss cemented with it＇s hands I＇ve said it once or twice but the follow through Ain＇t as savoury for some I＇m severing the tie - the seems I＇ve sown are coming undone Cold turkey. I＇m severing the tie that has severed me so dismal I have shedded but it keeps on growing back I＇ve said it once or twice perhaps With or not enough conviction I＇ve shedded but it keeps on growing back It＇s the sentiment of my entwined regrets That has left me spent and alone If I don＇t get through this if I don＇t clever it I fear I might progress But will it fill me up or seat me up? I＇m considering monk discipline but when? I＇m going monk discipline! Progression. Sterile this mind I can shape it but it Leaks temptation so vile This progression carve out of the child and then Replace with the tools that will slum you servile This monk discipline is in stone To break my back again I fold and figure it＇s wrong What I am lacking in Comes down to monk discipline I can＇t be more than this I can＇t be taunt