Temptress Playing With My Mind 2-23-08

Emotional lacerations scar my brain
Twisted thought binds me tightly
And these ideas wrap me in a noose

The thought alone of what I may do
Hurrels me toward judgement
And hangs my soul
for the immoral pestilence plaguing me now

I hear the stitching
of my own scarlet letter
so loudly ringing in my ears

A haunting vision of karma
And what could become
of my rotted spirit

The crossroads, a perpetual agitation
With infinite time to infest
my wretched self

These immoral images surround me
With no exits on this corrupt highway
Filled with mind games and torture

The stitching's volume increases
The needle sews through my heart
The patch drenched in my blood
Let's the world know of my sin

Inside I die a slow social execution
I rapidly awake from this nightmare in pain
A warm sweat soaks my conscience
As the crossroads indolently collide together
Once again forming one path for me to travel
And avoiding this blistering temptation another day

But if I only knew my happiness were a mirage
I'd take temptation head on straight to Hell.