Dangerous Wishes II

To tango with temptation, is to dance with death, but

still, the music plays‐

The tenacious, hidden inner self that chases such inclinations, doesn't know it's taking my breath, but

still, it never learns to not play with fire-

This ditch my two left feet step around, I dug out, with my own desire‐

Each and every of my most dangerous wishes,

no part of me was left out‐

Impulses, unruled, dug out this grave,

I should be proud,

I made it myself‐

As I stand at its edge, looking into it

it's chagrin, that inches me closer,

and closer‐

And compunction, that whispers in my ear, over,

and over,

my most dangerous wishes‐

I ask‐

Is it possible to live a lust‐less life?

As the music plays,

I can only hope I do not fall,

but the line on which I waltz is awfully thin-

In this ballroom of sin,

these wretched walls,

the music plays‐

Each step is another missed,

every voice is another antagonist,

each act is another...

No‐

There is no point to the rest of that list‐

Other to begin a binge on all that I cannot stand,

only to fall, again,

caught by the set of strings that take me through this tango of lust and hate‐

Without a voice to scream out an S.O.S.

Sirens sing to their breath's end,

watching my last breath end‐

I have fallen, to my own,

dangerous wishes‐