cycle

dawn:
there’s indeed shame in the wanting
though it seems just beyond me
baser instincts take hold
thrash me like a shark with prey
it’s my fault really
looking for absolution
on an idiots playground

dusk:
if I could just remember how I got here
I found something buried
am still dusting it off
whether it’s diamond or obsidian
it’s mine, for me
I’m very tempted to leave it buried
or at least carry the filthy burden
in my pocket