Temptation A hand knocks at my door. But I don't listen. A voice cries through the glass. But I don't turn. An old friend has a request. But I decline. What once thought good Dissolves to true form. What once held true Darkly reveals. The bright images slowly fade Then bleed and distort. They become less than they were. And then something else again. From chaos comes form. From despair, truth.