"an idle mind is the devil's playground"

like a coin
rolled down
from the first step,
left alone
to touch
every stair
on its way down.
its noise
grows louder
as it echoes
deeper.
until although
its sight is lost,
it does not matter.
its sound is enough
to hold you
where it wants
you to be,
that is:
in surrender
as you close
your eyes.
while your vision
is left in the dark,
you follow that sound
and see
it rolling down
with your mind's eye.
you can choose
to hide your ears,
but it is always...
always too late.
that sound
becomes a noise
inside the depths
of you,
with it
you dream
asleep
or awake.
lost
in lust.