Is it desperation?
Is it choice?
Is it nature?
Or the devil itself?
For some it is disgust,
For some it is pleasure.
Fantasy or Manipulation,
Shaping the innocents
Was it our fault?
Or needed it indeed?
That one’s cravings,
Now everyone’s addiction?
End of the day, back in Sin,
Back in misery, back in despair,
Still, we choose it,
The very thing that caused it.
End of the day, innocent Us,
Captured back in web of it,
Not for this realm it is,
As Sinful this Fantasy is.