I have lost those who I have loved.
I have bled for those I hate.
I have lied to those who are honest.
What am I?

You’re a sinner dressed in white.
You’re a ghost in the night.
You’re the demons that I fight.
Who are you?

Both of us were sinners. She was hell-bent on revenge, and I was determined to let her have it. She was a beautiful sin that alone would be my damnation. And for her, I was willing to dig my own grave. She took what little pride I had left and made me look like a fool. I lusted for a taste of her darkness, for it was the same color as mine. I envied the way she was able to say no, as if she really meant it. I will endure the wrath of having her no matter the cost of my greed. But I have always been a glutton for punishment without any propensity of sloth. She became my obsession and like any other drug, she took all the pain away but brought me to a new level of low. Too bad falling in love with her brought on a different kind of hell that I wasn’t sure we would live through. We were both running from a past that was going to tear apart our future. What I thought was going to be a beautiful beginning turned out to be a torturous end.