You're no stranger to the fangs of the cat
His marks slowly heal over time but by then more have appeared
You need to escape this little corner you call home
But you must outsmart him inorder to be free
Every now and then you feel a burst of adrenaline surge through your body
You can taste the courage on the tip of your tounge
But then your wounds begin to sting and all you can think of is the possible pain
And you can't even begin fathom the possible glory
So you retreat to fight another day
Your body becoming weaker and weaker every passing second
Maybe tomorrow you think
But what if tomorrow is too late

Would you dare?

If you were offered the taste of the most exquisite fruit would you dare?
If you place it upon your lips know that nothing else will ever compare.
For what was once colorful will now become grey.
The memory will taught you, tease you and soon feel like it was only a dream.
But you will convince yourself that it was real no matter what others say.
Perphaps you should have passed and remain unchanged.
But opportunities like that don't reveal themselves everyday.
Perphaps be glad for the taste even though it now feels estranged.
So was it all worth it, a second of utopia for a lifetime on consulations?
But a memory of perfection that can never be tarnished.
So I ask again. Would you dare?