come to me slumber. im too jaded to move

what lurks
what perpetuates
within desires and into souls
creating sins of a blissful mind
what doubts
what curses
and idea to dissolve and let go
denial in the name of sacrifice
what makes
what stages
the days, the nights, the moans
the times, the hopes, the lies
what happens in the heart
destroyed by evolutions of your intentions
which bleeds and spills
staining the walls of sanity
what poses as freedom
becomes a barrier
for now and after
for the before and the might haves
what whispers
what tempts
pursuing to follow suit
the epiphany of pain