Pleasant.

Temptation currents through,
then raw flesh becomes exposed.
The pulsating vessels throb adrenalin,
while the pain sears and pierces.
However, in comparison to the harsh reality,
it is delightfully pleasant.

2013.

Let's see what 2013 will bring...

Impaired.

In that single moment
nothing is the way it seems.
You cannot see through it
or even think straight.
You are impaired
by your overwhelming emotions,
your desire to hurt.
You shy away from reality
only recognising the shame,
which should not even be real.
While you are more than aware
that it only exists
within the anxious realms,
you have no control over it.

Pathetic.

She was so pathetic,
the way she anticipated,
the way she hoped.
How could she have been so careless,
and betray her instincts?
She deserves the humility.
She deserves this sadness.

Light.

I'm not used to all this light.
I just want to crawl back under the covers.
At least there, I can be myself, quietly, dimly.
Away from your clarity and brilliance.
I don't mean to hide from your shine.
But it's making me conscious, something I fear most.