Dark spectres enter my minds ear.
Trying to induce fear.
Lustful temptations mixed up within desires.
Dark inclinations intrigues my fascinations,
Warped expectations bleed over other sensations.
Heart palpitations steadily increasing anticipating satisfaction.
A Marked destination that looks like desirable vacation.
However, all that’s lies ahead is suffocation and destruction.
Grass always looks greener on the other side.
But why do those that have it, sometimes commit suicide?
Maybe our emptiness inside can never truly be satisfied?
There are no easy ways or any room for compromise.
Just dark inclinations racing in the mind,
As many try to find.
A light to guide.
Them through the toxic vines.
That try to confine.
For if ya don’t move forward,
You’ll start dying.
Because if you stop trying.
You’ll be lying.
In a bed of roses,
Roses filled with a dosage of regret, shame, guilt and unattended offences.