Eye
From purgatory
To enchantment
Temptation seems to loom
Where ever my eyes may fall.
A day of mutiny
Then a moment of rapture
And suddenly the world
Rips asunder.
What foments such chaos
What derives such glee
From such diverse dilemmas?
Is it the sight, the touch
Or just the thought
That damns?
From searing flame
To floating bliss
Nothing ever seems to be
What it truly is
Nor is anything ever
What I want it to be.