What’s hiding in the corner?

Of our darkest desires

Who sits on our shoulders?

When temptation sparks the fires

Maybe it’s not a corner

But a complete room for affiliation

Once our guests arrive

For the intended liaison

Would you tell me the truth

Of what settles at the heart

Or is the truth so shocking

It’ll fragment your soul apart

I’m curious to know

If there’s no boundaries of the mind

Then where does the soul fit in

A conscience of the kind

This gift I have ends in

Hundred

Not enough to make any

Confessions of drunkard…

(curious?)