Analysis of My soul couldn't stare

My own soul cries out, out of embarrassment.
Witnessing all of my shameless embodiments that I thought that only I could see.
Out of love, my own soul couldn't dare to stare!
Every single night my soul breathes in the smell of my burning hairs,
As I burn with lust consumed within the fire flares!
It then assumes that I don't really care.
For if I dared to spare a single nights worth of lust in order to keep
My dignity, then all of my shame would have disappeared.
It feels like in some ways my pride is in arrears, like For so many countless years, that even the thought of hell I didn't fear!
Not knowing that my soul hurted within it's grin,
It lived with it's head down its chest firmly pressed with its chin,it only lifts it's head to hear my dignity hit the ground Like it's many falling tears!
This lust of mine isn't just a habit, it's feeling more like a career!
But in the silence my soul still hears and my soul still spears.
And so my soul still pierced through my conscience! And reminded me
That if I still were to walk towards the pasture of dignity that, then! my mountain of shame would be left in the rear.
And as I walk forward to the horizon, looking back, my foggy shame
Would have disappeared. Now my horizon is looking mighty clear. Thank you my soul your are the one that i should always hear.