I am a riddle to be solved, I am
That voice that keeps you up awake all night,
When you are all jet lagged in the a.m.
And you can’t help but miss the early flight.
I am the stone that’s weighing in your mind,
Dark crimson stone that makes your senses numb.
When madness shouts in your ear, Rewind!
I am that voice that whispers to succumb
Trembling the lips and shaking are the limbs
Of the desire preying on us both
I am the riddle to be solved, you are
What keeps us coming close...
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