Seeker of the Truth

There is a holy war raging inside

And my body its battleground

Evil tastes sweet like seduction and flirts with me like a temptress

I see you trying to lull me to sleep

With your velvety tones

Promising warmth and comfort and lazy sunday mornings

I see you now

Your blanket of safety suffocating my last breaths of awareness

Who do you think you are trying to drag me back into the mud

Do you forget I’ve seen the light?

Tasted the honey?

You are just the absence of it

With your nonchalant shrugging of procrastination

I’ve seen through your empty games of lies

I’m willing to be uncomfortable now

To be found out

Seeker of the truth

-Andrea