The more I tried to come out,
The more I went inside...

It's a mire which pulls down,
It's a pleasure that ruins you.

Seems very common at first,
But is more addictive than wine..

Looks too attractive from far,
But it stings like an adder..

It starts secretly in heart,
Then pollutes your whole system..

Danger of it is not known,
Till you are deep in it..

An act of sinful thought,
Is but a beginning of downfall..

That will bury you alive,
And take away your very life.


© Susan Rout