Evil is charming and beautiful. It asks for one small compromise after another until it whittles you down.

Everything I used to be came raining down on top of me..
I wait too long for you to come home

it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—