It's the moment I lose all power and control. You hit me like a rushing wind, but you're veiled in violent adrenaline. It's the moment I lose all power and control that I become strong, or at least I feel it. One might think I become weak and vulnerable, but they haven't experienced the high you give. Oddly addictive, you pull me in and as much as I try to escape your grip, I'm eventually devoured. You control my every move despite how much I try to control you—no, for that never works; you know how to work me. If I'm not careful you can take over my entire life and like a forest fire, penetrate all over. Oh poison for my soul, why must you be so alluring?