Satan’s Screwdriver

Satan’s Screwdriver

A mental mess never permits confess

If only there was floss for things to toss

But you know the cracks and crannies that connive

Seek to torment without relent and you’ll surrender to the jive

Intense desires that rule if not acted toss you into frustration’s pool

Consequences are emotional wreckage and you’re still the fool

Faux action is phony satisfaction

The deep recesses won’t be calmed by simulation

Then the emotional vectors of desire explode

Magnification concentrates the mind until there’s no other load

Weighing heavy, life becomes a two dimensional decision

To act or not, evil is the consequence erosion

Once done the tears of regret come

To go back to before is the yearn within your emotional tomb

For you have jumped to the other side

Weakness is the slippery slope, the hardest to survive