There's something I need to tell you,
My story is short enough to expose.
I am no saint,
But the devil is far from controlling me.
There is a line asking to be crossed.
It needs to be broken.
Consequences follow an action closely behind;
They are brothers.
On a whim a promise was broken.
The string wrapped around my wrist taunting.
It couldn't last till Christmas.
I needed the release before my soul ruptured.
Before everything I knew,
Everything I was,
Everything I wanted to be,
Collapsed and suffocated in the darkness.
In the shadows held a whispering voice.
Ignoring something powerful,
Something manipulative and vial was unlikely.
I undid the pretty bow.
I breathed deeply.
I whispered, "Christmas is early this year."