“On a crossroad I stand in the middle of the night
To
keep walking the lonely walk or to burn like a candle one more time.”
…
These
lessons I am never going to learn,
I am
crawling back for more – this feeling of undoing me
Like a
drug is running through my veins,
I cannot
get you out of my system – you are endless.
I swore I
am done; I needed to pull myself back from your trap
And yet
my body got a mind of its own – my worst enemy.
One of those
special gazes and every little sense I had is stripped away.
One smile
and I am running back you – I beg you for one last time.
When it
comes to you, all I have is self-destruction, so feral in my desire
To be
tamed by the coldness of your hands - you mold me like a clay.
Every whisper
of my name is like a sweet melody - so hypnotic – tear me down, I don’t mind.
You are
my weakness; you are the curse I cannot escape.
Tear my
spirit like you tore the clothes on me – I don’t look for reasons to stay away,
Your bitterness
wakes those nasty desires one by one.
With the
burning touch of your fingers I sing our song,
I am not
a predator; I have turned into the prey.
These
visits are not for love; they are dressed in sins;
This hunger
overpowers every sane thought,
This taste
is all I think every night I spent with myself
And I am
giving in repeatedly, no excuses left.
…
You claim
you can withstand this yearning
Yet you
run toward me like I am going to escape,
Broken
and ruined, united as one.
Your
grip says it all – you call it devotion; I call it emotional havoc.
Succumb
to the darkness hidden deep within.
…
This inner
betrayals won’t stop until we are exhausted,
Until the
vail of the night swallows us whole.
I need
us to stay like this – no one touches my mind the way you do
Quitting
you feels like dying – cannot overcome this withdrawal again.
…
And here
we are on the same crossroad, step back from the progress we have made.
We vowed
it was for the last time, blind to this usual lie.
We cannot
live without our love scars – we cannot flee unscaved.
We know
we are each other’s ending- yet we are attracted to what we create when no one is
around.
One is
born sinner; the other is turned to one – we survive on each other’s flavour.
Why we
are so seduced by our venomous dance?
And yet every
time each of us leave scarred and damaged to the core.
What is
this unconventional game – we bleed from our greedy cravings.
Stubbornly,
tomorrow we will return for another round,
We are
so helpless when our bodies got language of their own.
The life
comes in cycles and we feed the worst of them – the one who destroys us the
most
Yet it is the only chaos our demons call home.
