It Taunts Me
It sits there, calling my name.
It's shiny metal sparkling in the light.
“Take me... use me,” it calls
I know I can't but it's hard to resist.
I can feel the promise fading from my memory.
“Take me... use me,” it calls
An addiction like no other.
So good yet so bad.
How do I escape this trap?
“Take me... use me,” it taunts.
by
LoveMeDeadposted on 10/08/2009
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