She taunts me like a tease,
draws me in, carrying, hypnotizing
me like some invigorating melody,
tempting me away from the cyclone,
summoning me back
to the long lost
realm of simplicity,
just waiting for me
to reach out,
to commit to my submission,
yet still I hang on to my fire,
forever wound in my own webs,
trying to weave it all back together,
discipline the dance of inner flame.
So long I've yearned
to put this puzzle together;
she could be the wind to blow it all away --
or the light I need
in all my darkness, a place
of peace outside to reside
and vacate these internal battles
that never cease to rage.
Yet if I would drag another down,
I could never forgive myself;
if a distraction was complete,
I fear I'd lose myself;
if I let myself be lifted up high again
just to be dropped, would I
abandon strength and damn it all?
Though if it is fear that holds me back,
a will to weakness that keeps me here,
I am good as damned anyway.
And, yes, there is a void
to be filled with so many answers,
but another chasm here yawns for lack of oxygen,
and she?
She offers resuscitation,
but she could be poison.
I hunger for the truth inside,
yet thirst reveals itself before her,
and I find I would suddenly die
for just a lick what could be venom.
I must hold onto me
if I embrace her, I must remember
my own lyrics despite her melody,
as I inch to reach out, fall in,
hang on, drag out,
I scream for her not to sacrifice herself,
for I shall not go on
to burn myself in effigy.
draws me in, carrying, hypnotizing
me like some invigorating melody,
tempting me away from the cyclone,
summoning me back
to the long lost
realm of simplicity,
just waiting for me
to reach out,
to commit to my submission,
yet still I hang on to my fire,
forever wound in my own webs,
trying to weave it all back together,
discipline the dance of inner flame.
So long I've yearned
to put this puzzle together;
she could be the wind to blow it all away --
or the light I need
in all my darkness, a place
of peace outside to reside
and vacate these internal battles
that never cease to rage.
Yet if I would drag another down,
I could never forgive myself;
if a distraction was complete,
I fear I'd lose myself;
if I let myself be lifted up high again
just to be dropped, would I
abandon strength and damn it all?
Though if it is fear that holds me back,
a will to weakness that keeps me here,
I am good as damned anyway.
And, yes, there is a void
to be filled with so many answers,
but another chasm here yawns for lack of oxygen,
and she?
She offers resuscitation,
but she could be poison.
I hunger for the truth inside,
yet thirst reveals itself before her,
and I find I would suddenly die
for just a lick what could be venom.
I must hold onto me
if I embrace her, I must remember
my own lyrics despite her melody,
as I inch to reach out, fall in,
hang on, drag out,
I scream for her not to sacrifice herself,
for I shall not go on
to burn myself in effigy.

