Rehabilitation

It’s those sideways glances,
Those midnight itches,
The breathless inhalation,
Begging; ‘one last time’.

It’s the fear in your eyes,
The weakness of heart,
And the anger of will,
That crushes you inside.

Seize a forgotten moment,
Seems all to lusty a wish,
For danger of temptation,
Is but a forceful kiss.

Poison in those eyes,
Scare my self-devotion,
While the whining demons,
Receive your own demise.