Throbbing temptations sometimes pulsate through my veins,
remembering my reality and the hidden pain inside of me.
Reflections in puddles often distort my view,
barricading me inside the past,
I cannot move a thing.
Throbbing temptations tempt me with familiar thoughts;
it will help find comfort in pain,
it will help you see the stars instead of a blinding moon of grief.
The feeling of relief it gives is gone but not forgotten,
just like the stalking memories that push me to the edge.
Throbbing temptations try to tell you
that it will be old blood from one last scar,
but I know I was never any good at saying
"only one more will do".
It's a fine line between giving up and letting go,
and just giving up but always having
an emergency access toolkit to create fresh scars.
Throbbing Temptations sometimes pulsate through my veins,
but for the last eleven years,
writing my emotions into poetry
is the closest I have ever come to giving in!
