Temptation never sleeps, it creeps up like bad memory which I know I have plenty of and just rests there upon my shoulders, waiting and waiting. Taunting and quietly terrorizing me to come out and play just once more, for old times sake. Reminding me of all the good times we’ve shared together. Ignoring the restless nights of kicking and screaming, sweating sick. Ignoring the scars littered along my arms. Ignoring the work and time I’ve put together. I can only smoke so many cigarettes and drink god knows however many cups of bad cheap coffee before I accept this invitation to throw it all away, but like this noontime devil resting on my shoulder I too can play this waiting game.
