forbidden

forbidden trails control every territory, they know it
they seek it
hidden perfectly behind the mask of the dark night,
we have trouble surfacing
and only wade deeper into a lost abyss of perfection

perfection is the only way to describe it
because it is forbidden, it will be looked down upon
but the years we've seen and the age where we presently stand
it is our only obligation, our prose, our purpose
our forbidden territory

curiosity and going further a little each time
doesn't simplify the facts or the fiction
we only get more and more lost,
lost is the word for inhibition because it is too good
the time slips from my finger tips
quicker than a match challenging the wind
where soon, you will be gone
with only fantasies left behind closed eyelids

we shouldn't be allowed to talk like this
the words and thoughts forbid themselves from
further actions
the world must know, it's so damn hard
too damn easy
sinking deeper and deeper, lost and forbidden


-bw