Temptations

Lures victims into his cold awaiting embrace

Helpless souls get sucked into the vortex with no means of escape

This would have never happen if you weren’t here in the first place.

Your mysterious being entrap me in your gaze

Your eyes locked into mine,

Staring deeply into those black whirlpools of death.

Those irises are the darkest caves that attract the attention of wanderers into the clasp of certain doom.

Am I the only one to see you for who you are?

What you are not?

Your absence is not of the essence

I do not require your presence to make me feel warm and secure.

I knew it from the start.

That I should not have cast my eyes into those seductive black pools.

As seducing as it may be,

I do not wish to be tempted by you any further.

You will just leave me burning in the end

I am nothing but a mere addition to your collection.

Another soul waiting to be broken.