Contemplating the consequences of my actions,
Desperately striving to see the line
Where guilt lays waiting like an embedded adversary.
Vile, sharp teeth threatening, patiently waiting,
biding time.
I acknowledge the misdemeanor,
Yet, the Dark Angel seduces me with a mere smile.
Ciphering the balance, still struggling to tip the scales,
Tethering between my hearts desires and my soul’s call.
Appeasing the addiction; succumbing to its relentless taunting and infinite demands.
Prenez votre temps. She says with a dubious grin.
I take the cup and shake the bones again.
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