How something can grab you control you demand... Push you to limit, push forth your hand... Modest it is for it does not even ponder... Growing by virtue, you start to grow fonder... Pulling directions you don't wish to go... Uncovering things you hoped wouldn't show... Desperate it is, grabs the slightest chance... Heart starts racing the next time to dance... Hearing my voice screaming so loud... My sounds are silenced the thickening cloud... Starts at my head I' ve lost all control... Feel it poison my insides and even my soul... Weakening body not feeling so strong... Sacrificing the knowledge of right and wrong.... Desire it has to weaken my thoughts... Runs through my head with its words its taunt... Trying to get me to that one state of mind... Come take me now and fun you will find... It does not take much I let go in a hurry... Not even to care that it's me that I bury... Eric Garcia copyright 2008