Sin

It get's on you and you can't get out. It's sticky and slimy, but somehow you keep coming back. It pulls, tugs, whispers, entices, seduces and destroys. It looks harmless. Just a little. It looks good. A little more. Before you know it your in it's tight grasp gasping for breath, but it continues to squeeze. You don't realize your choking, suffocating until it's to late. It has it's hold, and it won't give in. You look up. You see something, but before you can decipher what it is, your deadly captor blinds you. There you are, struggling, blind and dieing. When you finally realize what's going on you cry out for help. You cry out for anything and anyone, and then before you stands an blinding light. Suddenly, you aren't in the arms of the captor but the one who sets the captives free. You stand before him, and you look down at your body that was once writhing in unbelievable agony. It's perfect, spotless, smooth and sweet. Your free.