Temptation tears an invisible line
between reality and make-believe
because we want our fantasies to be true.
So true, we become decieved
and we pretend like everything's fine,
copesthetic, pleasant, and respectively sublime.
Yet, deep inside we come alive
(if only to witness passions' crime)
and in due time, we match the sign
inside a taletell heart. We cry
as we continue to love without bias.
Oh, how our inhibitions die!
What brief good-bye a worry gives
and fear forgotten all too soon.
For being care-free leads to being gullible
and long lasting content is yet assumed
to be the only thing left amongst us.
Oh, how temptation has an art
of making us dilusional
while tearing us apart.
Are we not more than mammals?
For inside our mortal souls
instinctive motives tell us
to give temptation control
and the loose grip we have on reality
is slowly and unknowingly lost.
In the end an innocent heart
is what will pay the cost.
How cunning is temptation!
She comes like a theif in the night
and presents a difficult crossroad
when a travelers path is right
and the victim second-guesses
on the correct road to take.
For when the right devices tempt us
we will surely make a mistake.
Blinded by our dreams,
we forget to be cautious
of whimsical things
that seem to be flawless
until the seams are ripped
and we see what's really there.
You see, reality mixed with pageantry
is nothing but dispair
hidden in the dark; waiting patiently
until the time draws near
and since our minds are misguided,
not one trouble will appear
until temptation finally wins
and destroys the very core
of the person who was waged in battle
but unfortunately unaware of the war.