999 Days of Chastity

Every day is a tally of combat
A cold war within its own psyche
Either notion is auspicious
Or menace may the outcome
Still couldn't embrace the judgment
Fear queues ahead in advance
Seconds and hours are ticking
Like unstoppable perfect storm
Every impact is devastation
Its wreckage cannot be recycled
The conflict between rationality
Insanity will be the convection
Honesty is always the key
When at the state in halfway
Bear its weight like a reward
Disregarding its consequence
Even forsaking the pleasures
Which was dependent to the fervor
Like a stimulant runs in veins
Cannot insist to the motion
Treating it a nocturnal bliss
But the ardor comes to demise
After strong currents reach the shore
Worthy to stop the rage and fire
When it compromises the condition
Because it takes courage to cease
This physiological necessity
The only false fortune dwelt
On the verge of realization
Disclose the truth from deception
Tomorrow maybe the verdict of trial
Behind the consistent abstinence
Where authentic Nirvana has found
Far beyond personal desires.

Picture credited to Google Images
https://londonist.com/2015/03/the-majesty-of-greek-sculpture-defining-beauty-at-the-british-museum