The Death Of Me

[coryjude]

Tasted what is forbidden,
Yet on another level,im smitten.
I feel repercussion of my folly.
Hit by a constant volley
of questions.
Unanswered
And faults remain.
Simple association
Cannot sustain
ME---

This is my fixation
Object of my frustration.
Kill myself with empty dreams
This is the death of me,as it seems.

Outside former temptations
are no longer do appealing.
Null and numb sensations
no longer send me wrealing
like fading
to nothing
and wrongfully
trusting in nothing
in VAIN---

This is my fixation
Object of my frustration
Kill myself
with empty dreams
This is the death of me,as it seems.

Captivated
Brought down
and jaded
All for a chance
which may be never
A glance of hope
wont last forever

This is my temptation.
Object of my frustration
Kill myself
with empty dreams
This is the death of me,as it seems.