Aenigmakil

Know one will ever no
Nor feel the taste with ethereal sensation
Unbeknownst -- Inside the mind's eye: our final destination

For our bitter knowledge we die
Only to realise the truth within the lies
Obfuscated by an ideation
Subsequently seduced by contemplation
And so then she speaks within our mortal sin
Her tempting lips, below her devilish hips
Swallows...

"Heed my warning"
Her voice of woe and wisdom, whispers in my ear.
This, the sound of deception?
Or words in which I truly hear?

Know one will ever no
For only the I will ever see
Know one will ever no
The hidden truths about me