I Want To Quit

Even if 

I cajole my sluggish soul 

to gallop to stand 

in the queue of remorse,

my vile body doesn't 

sanction permission.

In the meddlesome life, 

body wants to acquire happiness,

it roams around the cities 

to appease hunger 

from the dead skins of living bodies. 

Even if 

the Zephyr of regret comes 

And wants to cuddle, 

the body wears 

the blanket of lewdness. 

I am left with no option, 

I can't support immorality any more, 

I have to punish the amoral body, 

I have to release my soul 

for repentance, 

I want to quit my life, 

I want to quit my life.