19 February 2013
It's urges pulse like the beat of my heart, what will trigger it, to once again start?
A glance here, hidden beneath the screen, it releases it fury, followed by a scream.
It knows where to strike, how to hit its mark, turning the hope of light to dark.
It comes often, leaving me wasted in regret, yet it denies me to my face, "Have we ever met"?
Temperance Of Temptation • Opuss № I