Here it goes again
After festivities, it attacks my vulnerability
I wonder, can joy be a station for demons to attack?
Liquid wonderment pours into my open, chapped lips, hoping
For something that I don't want to say aloud, in fear of rolled eyes, "Here she goes again..."
The music of passion rolls into my core
And I want to shake it off. But alas, I was from the womb of Eve,
Therefore I'm curious.
Yes, I have prayed. I have felt peace, I watched videos to satisfy the beast that's gnawing my spirit into charred bone.
But now, I feel a little anxious and a thump of sadness.
I hate this feeling, I want that sax to go away.
Please stop playing so close to my ear, you are making me sin.
I have to...focus...on my goals...I will continue to talk to my Father,
Unlike Eve, I will fix my eyes on Him before I reach out and take a bite.