It is such a messy web, the one that we have tangled. So messy we can't in any way get unglued but on the other hand, we really don't want to. The more I try to find the angle, the more it becomes obtuse that my hands can't do anything. Here again one more knot, so we have quickly to think of some sort-lies, but then we realize that we are in no way able to make decisions and yet again we wonder if we will get out of it one day.
Temptation for us is a serious game and always both play for keeps. But what if we take a sip off our poison? We will always crave for it again and again. Can't you see that our whole being is screaming "intoxicate me"? As always you play so dirty and let me wonder "Damn devil where the hell did you get those wings?". A moment later we lose again our sanity and become unfocused, a killing "recipe" for bad things.
Our mind always warned us about the danger but playing with fire always has made us feel comfortable. So we decide to get rid of our sanity because the look in our eyes could make even water flammable. All the signs warns us about the danger but we always choose to wrap the flames around us and believe all the lies.
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