I hear whispers in my ear. They're tempting me, they're always here. They're haunting me. They're stalking me. The shadows move once they speak. I don't know what they want from me. They're taunting me.
Moon beams shatter the sky. Bring me the light. Keep me alive. I'm not alright. They have arrived. Get me through the night.
Some may say that the greatest treat in life is candy; the temptation of its sweetness longingly lingering on the tongue, an unsung reliever. But temptation itself is the only true greatest treat; the red heat carried through all senses, marked as the sweetest sin.
Honey oozing out of your mouth as you speak Glazing my ear with a seductive coat of kindness Brilliantly beguiling my cartilage into a counterfeit tenderness Diffusing its blissfully pungent aroma into my nose Pulling my face towards you Gracefully tilting my chin up Eloquently dripping down your lips onto mine Allowing me to taste your divine ooze
Dangerous Sticky red trickles down her stick Another beating today
Oh how it's my fault To dare speak of heart felt truth Tempting you away from "justice"
Just remember I may be battered and bruised behind bars But it's you who broke the law
Ever since I wrote Eurydice and had the line "gone is the warden" I knew I'd do a piece based on it, personally to me it's about a hellish woman (as always), but upon rereading I could see it being about many things. What do you see?
Rivers of pristine water, Flow through the eddies of my mind, Dragging with them in the silt, Memories of places past. Moments faded away. The sand brings with it, A sense of longing, As I recall, All of the friends lost, To the flow of time, And the cruelty of aging.