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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Dec 09 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.09.11.26.7542]] |
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Temptation comes a-calling; oh, quit all your stalling; remove that safety, use me at your will, Nervous suspicion under duress, my, 'tis such a chilling caress on this weaponry, meant to kill. It's harmless if it remains hidden, just another thing that's forbidden; out of sight, out of mind, Were it so easily ignored reassurance would be its own reward for each caveat we've left behind. But the lure is everstrong, come and play along; the solution lies in your hands, why hesitate? At last the silence breaks, it would be greatest of mistakes; the best touches those who'll wait. Now swelled with pride I see a satisfaction in your stride, but you know it will never fade away, Because for just one random, fleeting instant you resisted, staved off surrender one more day. Need not be present to win as it consumes you from within, and that's where the hunger grows, Turn your head, hide the smile, live in acceptance of constant denial; only due diligence shows. Imagery, vivid visceral urge, anticipation, you dirty scourge, don't let me fall; I promise to try, Breaking down, holding fast, but not to worry, it won't last; permanent success in short supply. Finally got what you wanted, no barriers left to be confronted, heart's desire before your eyes, And yet you look so forlorn, as if your loyalties are torn as your conscience became a surprise. Difficult, perhaps, to understand how we have something in our hand yet regard it as our loss, Seeing ends not for the means as better sense intervenes and draws lines we should not cross. To some nothing suffices to prevent destructive vices; take the bait, become crosshair's score, Stand, say to line of fire, deliver me to and from desire; execution, scattershot style by a .44. |