Failed Exit

I sit within her room now

My doubts are crystal clear

I came for understanding

She tried to get too near

I wander weary days of pain

She tells me we’re the same

A victim of the reapers scythe

Raging at the world to blame

Demons dance around her

Temptation unveils her skin

Was there something I was missing

Only lust completes this sin

Her eyes are full of desire

Her nails tailored for this art

A vessel for debauchery

Arousal for her heart

I refrain and attempt to leave

But seduction comes to war

She whispers me into her plan

And twists the lock on the door

I pause on forbidden lips

Where she insists that flesh is the answer

I try to escape what can’t be fixed

But pain doesn’t have to end in disaster...

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