Tempting Thoughts

Temptation flares iside my veins,

And I feel as though I’m going insane.

I sudden peak of curiosity rattles around,

And I cannot speak a single sound.

A great temptation has come at last

So much great then those of the past.

I fear being sensed as a stalker or creep,

But I see them even in my sleep.

A figure of my wildest dreams,

Come to life on stage as the audience screams.

The performer in me knows,

That it’s all apart of the show.

My the darkness in my soul grows,

I very much want to reap what I could sow.

The haunting thought of being a witch,

Creeps in and turns me into some dark bitch.

Wondering if it’s in my power,

Or if my destiny will become sour.

Such darkness and desire,

Builds working me like a fire.

I cannot help but want the impossible.

But could I do this unthinkable?

If it was but my own will,

Perhaps I’d be willing to pay the bill.

But if I must force another,

I’d be no better than every other.

I may no longer believe in sin,

But to harm another….

Would break my soul along with my rhyme.

And so once again, this time

I will let the seed of want pass away,

And hope I’ll find love another day.