I don't live in the grey area. I enter it at my own will. At my own risk. But, I am careful. I do not step on the lines. Or at least I try not to. I come close enough to keep you there, though. Whatever it takes. To keep you in this grey area. The place that you live. The place where you have once again visited, and become trapped within.
It isn't fair. To you.
Me? I am just selfish. I can see you withering away, and I don't care. I would rather have you here, with me, in the gray space. Building my ego. Making me feel loved. Taking sweet care of me.
I am poison. That is what you cannot see.