Desire is a candle trick
Burning brightly in a room
Full of wicks
Between regret and satisfaction
The silking rope hangs
Just beyond the hand's reach
At the peak of jealousy
It wraps tightly around
One's neck like the slithering snake
slowly, surely suffocating
Like a never-ending nightmare
Forever wanting more
Never inching close enough
Desire is a waterlogged hole
Waiting to drain your blood
Mar 4, 2024
Mar 4, 2024 at 8:59 PM UTC
Desire is a candle trick
Burning brightly in a room
Full of wicks
Between regret and satisfaction
The silking rope hangs
Just beyond the hand's reach
At the peak of jealousy
It wraps tightly around
One's neck like the slithering snake
slowly, surely suffocating
Like a never-ending nightmare
Forever wanting more
Never inching close enough
Desire is a waterlogged hole
Waiting to drain your blood
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