it isn't you that steals
but the demon that uses your fingers.
it isn't you that lies
but the demon that uses your tongue.
it isn't you that cheats
but the demon that uses your wiles.
WHERE on your travels did you meet?
WHEN did you decide to carry him on your back?
HOW did he become more than an abstract idea?
WHY do you allow him to control the bigger part of you?
WHAT are you willing to sacrifice to him?
WHO is the person that got lost along the way?
we all throw you life lines but the demon catches them....
