Spells

January 12, 2018

Fire tempts me further into the darkness
The dim light warms my broken body urging me
Singing me into a sweet trance, I’m lost without it
Pain wraps my heart in thorn vines constricting the beat


Tormenting me, taunting me, trapping me
The seductive words slither like a venomous snake,
Preparing to engulf its’ prey
Take my pain, take my mind, take my heart


Only some can fight the one dim light...but some fall
Into the hungry hand that plagues me
It feasts only on the weak hearted
Promising sweet relief in the end


But the urge never leaves, only grows stronger
It fans the inner flames in your heart burning what will you have left






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