• Slowly he walked down the peir
    "How could I have been so foolish?"
    He asks the night air
    A gental breeze is all it replies
    Looking across the sand
    her face stood in his memory
    "How could I have not seen this coming?"
    again the air answers with only a soft and gental kiss
    Imagination conspiring with lust
    fooling the mind into thoughts of love and fear
    slowly he sits on a bench
    Sighing with great remorse
    "I've pushed her away, my friend so dear"
    looking across the sand
    her faces stands in his memory
    as if in hopes of comforting him
    Inside he feels his emotions raging with brilliant fire
    Outside he sits silent as a stone
    Remorse and regret his only companions that night
    Ashamed of letting this happen
    Ashamed of letting lust control him
    Of letting lust tear away at his closest friendship
    "What have I done, what have I become?"
    No breeze but the sound of waves crashing against the shore
    Inside he still fights for control
    To find a way to undo what was done
    Love was there but only as if a brother
    Lust tortured and tormented that
    pushing the limits, asking the questions
    Fooling the heart and mind
    Into something it would never have done
    Into an act that hurt thrice more than before
    Alone he sat for hours out there
    Alone for hours more in his mind
    Secluding himself once again from the world
    Untill he can come to terms with what was done
    and can face and fight off that which was done