Flirting with Freedom

Don't sell your soul to the devil,

They said 

As we translate a dark figure;

Beckoning us

Down crepuscular alleyways-

Enchanting us

With a vow,

Laissez Faire;

As the first drop of poison

Trickles down our throats. 

A thrill like no other,

Perilously striving 

To grasp hold

Until our soul pulverises, 

And we have no choice

But to flirt with the freedom

That we can never quite reach.