Whispers in my ear
Reminding me of the sins i must confess
Feelings from way back when
I promise i am not proud of myself
But to say i have let go of their memory
Would be yet another lie to the list of some
A compilation of which i feed a twisted mind
To be guilt free of an unforgettable sensation
A sickness which has no cure
A weakness well hidden away from whoever looks to me
An image i have tried so hard to maintain
And so they might never know
The extent to which evil has whispered to me
And the extent to which i had foolishly heeded its call.
-Samira M.A
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