I fell for the right path in front of me being the end.
I cornered myself in the disease that I was creating.
Within my own demise, I was lured by the incubus of deception that haunted my dreams.
Drama catered to my downfall that soaked my eternal soul being the righteous demise.
That smile destroyed me like the thorns etched by a red rose.
I won't be afraid even if I stay that will weaken me to the incubus design.
Could I escape this wretched existence of drama that ponders over my soul.
So many willful moments and a look at you will turn me away from the light.
I won't be afraid if I have the sense to choose.
If I stay, will I have the chance to become the righteous soul 
to lead but will your eyes haunt me.
Could I believe that I live in the power of your lips and drowning charm.
I quake with this desire to bestow upon me if I stay 
will I have the strength to be afraid or die.
I seal my righteous demise with pain and pleasure 
upon those merciously lips and body.