A voice in my head
That knows all my secrets,
Understands my desires
And exploits my weakness.
An unending urge
To give in to its’ wants,
Submit to the passion
And relinquish control.
The voice is calling,
It is time for my choice:
Continue to be free
Or surrender to lust.
I buckle and thrash
In euphoric delight,
Eternal nirvana
In exchange for my soul.
Serving my Master,
My blessed salvation.
For the voice in my head,
It was you all along.
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