I feel temptation and it's trying to go for the kill. It's trying to weaken my heart, trying to challenge my will. It casts an illusion in my mind, convinving the light to look real. But I got a darkness that can't be lit, and I remember how this feels, because my bruises don't heal. I crave explainations, and I sense the motivation. I'm cautious but I'm shaking, and I catch a glimpse of this dangerous combination. I'll be taking risks, revealing that I care. Just to show that my heart is still there. Because I choose dare, but truth be told, I'm scared to live another nightmare. So into the eyes of conflict my heart stares.
November 28, 2011