Cornered into shame upon the lurking of a reminiscent memory
Deprived of the secret that upkeeps the mastery of disguise;
yearned by all except me
The brief abruption when night chooses to fall serves as hosts for my worst endeavor
Claustrophobic to the innate feeling of my mind’s rhetoric using me as it wishes
Lays my body yet not my rapidly charged mind,
fueled by tormented thoughts
Admission acts as a surrender;
a psychological decoy I cannot surpass
Sunken far beyond the brink of revival;
now solidifies the tumult that refuses to disjoint from my seldom rhythm
Compact conundrum dwelling within me,
qualifying itself as more persistent and dangerous than I am
Intentions unmatched, uncircumcised
For it owns the secret that defines the mastery of disguise,
levitating above, creating enough distance to deceive me
Error does it not see as I believe in a when
Behold the temptation,
Until I wake again