Temptation

Temptation is hiding all around

in the air, the trees, and most of all in the darkness.

Hidden beneath closed doors in the darkness of night,

is my temptation of crazed pain and fright.

With freighting eyes and zombie like movements 

I take the knife, and my painful temptation takes control

They slash and crash filling the room with crimson regret

The crimson drops hit the floor like a crying child in anguish

It keeps throwing me about

Spilling out the secrets of the past

A past that I don't want to remember,

But the scars are telling a different story

The temptation has me on the ground

Crawling for my longing breath,

It doesn't want me to breathe.

It smothers me with my mistakes.

The memories of guilt are wide awake.

 

I am grasping for my life

But it is life that is the true killer

My temptation knows this,

and the crimson showers of temptation repeat over  again.