habit

it's a sickness part of my disease
this time I'll let you leave
a bad habit to be broken
after being torn open

so many vices
have darkened my door
with devious devices
far worse many times before
began recreational
a fallen dove now so clear
a lie a love not so sweet
oh no my dear
you said there was nothing to fear
but that thing in the woods
you were always so so near

a magic trick built for compulsion
leading to my destruction
you took my trust
familiarity and contempt turns to dust
so high I felt no pain
fell while I was lost in transcendence
in the pleasure I hoped to gain
all while you easy in fearful independence

so many shadows
risen through the cracks in the floor
pretending they were hallows
far worse many times before
began so seductively
a fallen dove now so clear
a lie a love not so sweet
oh yes my dear
there was always something to fear
that thing hiding in the woods
you were always so so near