Am I falling or am I flying?

Trying to save your soul —

for the devil will take his toll.

Putting yours before mine —

you said you were mine.

I didn’t think you were for real —

but I figured you lied just like last time.

I didn’t know if I was either.

Guess we found out right.

Take a sip from the pot.

Don’t take two or we'll have your head.

One sip a night is just enough

to hold back the thoughts.

Enough to get you to bed.

Take too little and you'll want more.

Take too much and you'll overdose.

Isn't it crazy how someone will do

whatever it takes to get what

they want — even if it kills them?

Fatal attraction.

Shit, sometimes what we want

IS the thing that kills us.