Sinking!

He takes my hands, caressing, teasing, pretending to,

Dragging me further down, capturing my heart over and over using rhythmic words of lust that hypnotize my soul and I'm caught,

Fired away by an ignition of pure pleasure; mine or his?

Taken by the demons within his soul, I surrender giving myself, I have no choice.

Life's a funny thing, yet we all seek to play the strings that will us into creating our own doom,

Challenging us to master our own strength by paving an obstacle filled path; arena of games,

And we play.

Yes we gladly take on the fantasies our mind creates and blame them solely on love,

Fading eventually into a pavilion of depression of depression, into a war with self and a doom set by our own decisions.

Sinking. Sinking deeper into life's reality only to accept what was and not realizing what is.

We dance within fires that triggers the same smoke that will eventually be the end of us,

He finally lets go and I'm brought back to the place I was before, drowning yet again.

I decide now, I'm the maker of my own destiny and his lies I now revoke; null and void.