When I feel this desire,
this burning pit of fire,
when the little devil,
pops up on both sides,
leaving my mind to wander,
From where did it appear?
The heart seems to have left,
The senses feeling the cleft,
Deciding if it is wise to progress,
On the desire that is felt,
So what do I do now?
Seeking to feed the fire,
I approach cautiously,
But the senses fade eventually,
When did this start?
My beating heart is felt once more,
Ridding my mind of devils whore,
How did I become tempted?
Emptiness is felt once again,
to why this, do I not surrender?
