The minds of the not so pure

  Fire blazes in the minds of the taken,
Delivers temptation with a decadent smile.
Pours into the wills of the souls that are weak.
Delivers the good that suffice for a while.
 
Sweet seduction engulfs the victim,
Takes away all substantial innocence.
Breaks way with the cold hard truth.
 Leaving in its path, nothing but addiction.
 
Caressing the hate,
Pulling it forth,
Taking on a treacherous,
Flight of open stairs,
 
Tumbling with force,
After being kicked down.
Only to pick up the pieces,
And crawl up alone.
 
Holding on to the past,
With trembling hands,
Not letting go,
Striking with vengeance when time arises.
 
Crawling back to the
One you love most,
Letting them take the,
Fall for wandering minds.
 
Honor and integrity are,
No longer virtuous.
Giving in to temptation,
Hoping for no consequence.
 
Consequences never cease,
Entrapped in a fiery hell,
Built upon lies.
Damsel in distress,
 
Entangled in a suffocated web of lies.
Trying to entangle the remnants,
Of your very own life,
 
Hell even sounds better.
 
You’re so messed up you scream,
Hoping someone will release you.
From the fortress you created.
 
Claiming you’re trapped.
Alone.
 
The simple alibi of the forgotten soul,
 
But nothing is simple in a spinning vortex.
Doomed to live your life,
Alone.
 
Crying to those who,
Are chosen deaf.
Presenting to those who are,
Selectively blind.
 
Raging into thick black smoke.
Breathing in, deeply.
Looking dubiously at your only escape.
 
Sinfully knowing where,
The blade will take you.
Morbidly not caring.
Just wanting serenity.
 
Searching inside yourself,
For the last time you had it.
Drawing a blank….
And wondering.
 
Searching those black eyes,
In the mirror, for recognition,
Coming up short,
Frantic, Desperate.
 
Laying your head down,
On that pillow,
Moving the barrel,
Pull the trigger, take a breath,
No bullet just a blank,
Slightly relived but also infuriated,
All the same you put the gun down,

Tomorrow will come at least this time