Scratching The Itch

Desires, can be the slipperiest of slopes

The line that exist between satisfaction and gluttony-

Is quite blurred

"Just one more..."

But I know what I'm looking for

The Siren's song, I can't say I haven't heard

Stirring snake oil I thought was honey

Turning top-side down, the highest of my hopes

Still, I find myself-

"Scratching the itch"

Attracted to all I can and can't have

Chasing desire like this is like chasing death himself

I know how dangerous it is to dance with the devil-

Feeding the very sin that will soon devour me

Her red dress taunts me, flaunting what's underneath

She dances around the deepest, and darkest of rabbit holes

She draws with her soles my demise

Toeing that line

Pain and pleasure travel the same nerves

What damaged roots serve-

Is a bittersweet fruit that hangs from this vine

The unruled flesh and lust of the eyes

Am I dying to live or living to die? The dice rolls

What my habits have bought me is a fate underneath

All that I can and can't have

"Scratching the itch"

I will never live free until I can die to myself

I may drown in the wine of all wishes-

And not in the slightest quench my thirst

Due to return, again and again

There's always-

"Just one more"