Succumb
My thoughts blur as I make a choice I know I shouldn’t.
Foolishness getting the best of me yet again.
There will always be a next time,
A next occasion,
A next moment
Where I’m presented with two options
And face one decision.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
So I push past the voice of reason,
Push through the doubt
Push away the angel on my shoulder
In favor of the devil.
I grab whatever it is I hope will fix my broken pieces,
But know deep down will only cause my glass to further shatter.
My desire is satiated,
But my guilty conscious looms.
I tuck it away before it can convince me to change my ways,
And grab more of what will feed my craze.
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