Evil

Evil takes root very quickly. Once it's seed is sown, it is very hard to remove it. Evil captures your mind, like crones, with stick like hands, waiting to grab you from the shadows. It always reminds me of bare trees in winter. So bereft and lonely, without even a single leaf to give it some warmth, life or colour. Hatred must have made the tree go mad with grief. Its branches are just waiting to swoop down on some unsuspecting innocent fellow going down the road. Creeps you out, doesn't it?
Being good is difficult. But becoming good after being bad is the worst. You can seem to never go back. You can try with all your MIGHT, but its just impossible. Why is that so? Have you been sucked in so deep that the prospect of getting out of its pull has become a dream? Its something that has the strongest lure, and is always the most attractive. It literally plucks at your heartstrings, making you drool for it. The temptation becomes too hard to resist with time. Often, it will seem as something as quite harmless and innocent for the do-er, because it's just one more tiny step away from GOOD. But in fact, all those tiny steps make up quite a long road. The road less travelled, as some say.
It makes me wonder, how does someone save their soul from such a dilemma? Is there no way out? Even God seems to ignore you at times, because He knows you're quite amused and busy with Satan. Trying to be good once in a while takes so much effort that the next time, it makes you think twice of doing it. Is it an addiction? Something which you can't let go of? Perhaps just like smoking or drinking. How people struggle with quitting, but only few are successful. Being bad is an addiction, too? These thoughts haunt my mind, leaving me struggling with more doubt than ever. Never providing any answers but plying me with more questions.
Soon, evil will make such a deep and permanent place that even my conscience wont be awakened on the usual. It will be a way of life. There wont be any need to contemplate, and definitely no thought of going back from where you came from. Good will become an illusion, and bad the reality. And I'm not sure I'm ready to face bad as the reality...