They call it magic
They call it ecstasy;
It’s a fire no doubt,
A burning desire from within
Where there’s hardly any place for suspicion;
And it takes one into a realm of fantasy,
Making them go completely crazy
Blinding their eyesight
‘Coz the fire’s so dazzlingly bright.
No wonder, I call it a black magic;
One of the most dangerous kinds
There ever could be.
And once the spell is cast
It’ll be long before you’re back to normal once again
And you’re on a long trip
Which leads downwards, to doom
‘Coz although it’s sheer delight in the beginning
You’ll see, it’s ultimate destiny is gloom.
It is in fact only seemingly beautiful
Which is hardly ever fruitful.
And, as a beautiful flower has to wither in the end,
An innocent heart shrivels up and cries from within;
The heart, that was once full of trust
Pains and bleeds instead.
Still under the spell cast,
One falters and stumbles on the way
And has to dearly pay,
Ending up with scars and burns
All along life’s twists and turns.
Gradually as the enchantment wears off
One is left as an older and wiser being
Who is strong enough to fight
Against this strong and dangerous spell
Which is utter ruin
And is in fact quite the same as hell.