And just like that you find yourself feeling like you are trapped in your own skin. Suddenly, every fiber of the life that you thought you had built is shaken. You concede that maybe it is because you’ve committed two notable sins in this life.

You were young and naive when you commit your first sin. You used to like the taste of whisky, or anything that burned, because maybe if you drank enough you could drown your demons. You shouldn’t have worried about the demons inside your head that night, but rather the brown eyed devil pouring your drinks. When you wake up the next morning it’s in a bed that isn’t yours. If you’re completely honest with yourself you don’t know how you got there. You let him use you month after month because if he loved you it might have excused that first night. He used you up. So when he casts you off you’re nothing more than an empty shell with glassy eyes.

You are tempted into your second sin when you are older and the world has made you jaded. This devil has blue eyes and lures you into temptation with his silver tongue. He lights a fire under you, and for a while you believe it is to keep you warm. Only later do you realize it was to help keep his bed warm. Your body be damned. By the time this devil lets you out of his cruel grasp the damage is done. You may take the antibiotics to purge yourself of the token he left in you, but no amount of penance will be able to secure the feeling of cleanliness anymore.

You know now that devils don’t come with horns and a tail. They come with bright eyes and silver tongues. You also know nothing good comes from loving devils. They rob you of your sense of the world and have force you to walk through it differently. Your greatest sins are not that you danced with each devil. It was that you loved them too much and yourself too little.