Desire is a slow poison
Sinking it’s teeth deep into your skin
Seeping thoroughly through your every vein.
Until who you are, it dissolves
And you become your own worst demon.
It makes you want to hold a knife to someone’s neck,
As long as it soothes your yearning.
Even if you realise it’s bound to kill slowly but surely,
Both the wielder and the betrayed,
You'd gladly take a bite out of that forbidden fruit.
Oh how sweet it does taste,
the fruit born of desire.
You mutter so desperately,
“Let me not see, nor hear, nor speak for a while,
Of which I dissuade my senses.
Until one day,
For that which is forbidden,
My heart shall not yearn as much.”

And when the fog lifts from your eyes,
And you see things as they are.
Where do you go for redemption,
Who do you blame it on?
While the naked ugly truth,
Lies so shamelessly before you to see;
Screaming if there’s someone to blame,
It might as well be you.

Will the holiest of rivers wash away our sins,
Or would it forever haunt us so?
To err is human, even then;
Must we learn to co-exist with such dilemma,
Or have we already paid enough?
Oh children of wrath, slaves to desire;
Would a lifetime be enough?