Temptation

 

Left alone

in this house

of

temptation

and

my

throat

is dry

 

I see them staring,

glaring back at me.

Taunting.

Daring.

 

Pour some honey

on these cracked

torn cords,

Feel the burn

as it swirls

downwards.

 

Left alone

in this house

of

temptation

and my mouth

is crying

for a taste.

 

Let that sweet nectar

brush charred lips.

Just a few sips.

Feel it rush

through your blood.

The temptation feels good,

but you know

that behind every smile,

there is a devilish grin.

Let that sweet nectar in

and the demons will win.

 

 

 

 

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