Sin corrupts my heart and soul, swaying around my mind like the demon it is.
The demon of lust.
For some reason I allow it to correspond with my emotions, for instance, love.
Love and lust are two powerful things both strong and demanding.
Craving to be fed.
Longing to overpower emotions.
My own soul fearing the unexpected pattern that follows.
Wanting
More
But no longer is there control.
My emotions fly around the room, like butterflies in ones stomach.
Breaking Free.
