The night is growing old

Said I, reluctantly with fear

No matter how I push away

I know you'll find me here.

Whilst logic fails me

Greed then thrives

And all words lose their meaning

Then in an instant

Change!

Inside my heart,

Intentions prove deceiving.

Control is lost

And passion prospers

Pleasure turns to pain

And so an evening

Once mundane

Has turned itself insane.

-Victor Tinsdale