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Temptation

My throat is caked with dry saliva,
Yet my hoarse voice edges on,
I will never give in to such ridiculous measures,
The temptations are high, but my standards are higher,
So I push on, braving the heat,
Dust stings my eyes and I swear under my breath,
A rumble in my stomach reminds me of my fasting,
And a dizziness in my head reminds me of my sleep deprivation,
Yet I keep walking.

I stumble over my own steps,
I can hear him,
Laughing,
Mocking my every step,
He taunts me with hallucinations,
Of merry childhoods past and gleeful successful futures,
Of families and friends together over tea,
Of occasions such as these he taunts me,
But my mindset does not budge; my bloodshot eyes adjust their dusty vision,
And I keep walking.

He's tried everything now,
Trying to tempt me to give in,
He hands me a gun,
And I stop cold.
He is pleased to hear my footsteps cease,
And smiles a smile of feigned pleasantness at me,
I can hear him in my mind,
"Go on," he whispers, "End it all in a single gesture."
I look forward at the haze before me,
I drop the gun and whisper back,
"I am no fool, devil,"
And so, I keep walking.

I come across a tunnel and feel a thumping in my chest,
It's what I've dreamed of, always dreamed of,
My only goal, my only safe haven,
I watch as the scarlet demon shakes his head,
He curses and fades away,
I smile and raise my head,
My eyes cut through the dust and my hunger seems to slip away,
I suddenly feel rejuvenated,
What I've struggled for has finally come true,
An energetic jolt rushes through me,
A sensation I've never known existed,
And I run,
Run so fast, I seem to fly,
Gliding through the tunnel,
I outstretch my hands to welcome the purity and light of heaven,
It fulfills me and I know,
I can stop walking.