Please don't tease me, with your silky lips singing to me like an Angel to relieve me from this world. To send the pain away with numbness slowly consuming my body.

Please don't tease me, with your body, using it to your advantage  seeping  in like the venom from a snake flowing in it's  prey's bloodstream. Dropping me to my knees from your sweet kiss of death.

Please don't tease me, with your battering eyes like the gates of heaven resides inside you. Merely looking deeper, lost in your basking beauty.

Please don't tease me, pretending that lust is your desire that only I, can attain. Swinging those hips to a melody to send me to hell, where I'd burn for eternity.

So I simply ask again....
Please don't tease me

I'll be honest, the thought of death nor dying scares me. Or never knowing what it's like to be famous, for people to know the greatness I brought into the world. Getting in a car accident doesn't frighten me either. What scares me is those last seconds when you realize you're alone. No matter how much love or attention you're given at that very moment, you're alone. Your life flashing before you, everything you did wrong, hurting people, pushing loved one's away, just wishing you could take those moments back. Those moments where something went wrong for you and you sat in tears for hours wondering "why me?".  Truth be told that when everyone is around you, they begin to fade. You loose your hearing, everything gets fuzzy, and you can't hear anyone, just counting the seconds away, waiting to greet death. Seeing a black void in the distance, there's a latter somewhere but you can't see it. Can't crawl your way out of the void. As the void is seeping in, everything is fading. Right before your eyes when you finished saying goodbye, and hello to a cold dark place to call as your new home.
                     Truth be told

I always love being in the mountains. Ever since I was a kid I couldn't stop thinking about them. The fresh clean air, out away from the city. A peaceful place where you can go and get lost in the beauty of the scenery.
The scent of pine trees and pinecones is rather sweet, like the earth after a thunderstorm. The soft crackle of twigs breaking under your feet as your walked the miles beyond miles of trees. Birds chirping in the distance as you reach the top of the mountain to overlook the valley. Off in the distance you see an eagle feeding her babies in the top of a tree. Hearing their sweet chirps calming your sharp breaths. Nothing holding back, as the wind gently blows your hair across your cheeks. This is what it means to live the dream, to feel no one to weigh you down, understanding that this is what it means to be truly free.