Corrupted Desires

But what am I to do?
What is this body which I've violated to feel?
How is this hand so corrupted to be?
Were I the human who once held the flowers;
I'd tell you myself we're our own desires.

Corrupted desires, that is what it is.
We wish for what we could have;
we think there's nothing we can miss.
We'd live our lives to not ever be bad.
We've forgotten the desire we had.