It would be tempting to refuse some sudden truth.
It would be tempting to revive a thought that never existed.
There's a spark, a flame, a gush of wind. A window, a fall, and a hidden game.
You take cover in a place where walls speak so you're not gone with the wind, but fire still sparks in your heart and it's tempting to extinguish it.
There's stairs you can take when you wish to escape but whoops you tripped and fell
It's tempting to drown in flames from the neck down.
It's tempting to leave your place without your crown.
Because even when you retire from all the affection they still know your secret. That your treacherous ways live defeated and what was tempting is now done.
