Regrets are nonexistent reflections
Of possibilities
That were never actually possible

They say that hell is an eternity
Of fire and damnation
But at 4 AM
When sleep eludes my advances,
It only sounds like the description of my own mind

Life is temptation,
Temptation beckons coyly
With the promise of heaven often
And I've got nothing
But a come-hither smile
And fragments of fragile lace left

The best you'll ever be able to do is look
But
Never
Fully
Taste

I am much too far from redemption
But consequences,
Fail to prevent your inevitable fall

Seldom have I ever felt remorse for my lack of "grace"

© 2014 Peach