L.U.S.T. (Lost under satans Trap)

“L.U.S.T” (Lost Under Satans’ Trap) 

(cowriter: Vicki T)

Differing shades 

Some matte 

Some bold 

Variations of tones

Hues 

A palette of stories untold 

But why so mysterious?

Well shrouded in green

Consumed with envy 

Tainted jealousy 

Bound tightly with greed 

She lusts

Blue faces 

Ebbed depression

A momentary lapse of the veil 

Melancholy with a key 

A twisted self-centered jail 

Indignation 

Aggrieved with fury 

Is this all just a ruse?

Or the consequence of sufferance 

Slight

For choosing the shade rouge? 

Still she lusts 

Cautious by nature

Critical by privilege 

Demanding of focus

And yet so dismissive 

Meticulous kind of cunning

Steadfast and holding 

A facade of possessiveness 

Reflecting hues of tawny-golden 

Failure to listen 

Opposition 

A shy away from inner truth 

A competition 

Self v self 

You want to do you or be you? 

Even still, she lusts

Where is your glow

Colorful woman? 

Unbothered and pure 

The energy emitted from depths unobscured 

Where has it hidden? 

Locked away? 

In Satan’s trap 

Left to fray? 

Remember the power in the words

No Satan, not today. 

And i understand;

But I be playing right into your hands. 

Ask me how high to jump, 

I’ll jump without finding a place to land. 

This is life, 

This is love, 

This is lust. 

This is crossing burning sands, 

with no shoes,

This is us. 

Living in Love.

I got it confused. 

I mean Lust ...