Dark secrets are as old as man
The naughtiness from my hand
Locked up as a safe in my mind.
I don't know where to draw the line.
Spider webs of woven memories still
Torment the ache leaves a chill
Out of the ashes I climbed
I worked hard until I was primed
Such grasp is so fragile.
By one's mind is but less than agile.
Consumed by possessiveness.
Befriended by aggressiveness.
Till one's heart once slows.
As desires yearn steadily goes.