The train

Please, come and take a ride with me, on the train.
He looks at me, unleashing the ruthless, enthralling sheer power of his eyes. His dark, deep eyes. I want him, but I shouldn't. Are his dark eyes warning me to keep away? To stay far away from the darkness and wickedness that consumes his life? Or am I supposed to help him overcome the bad, to rise above it? Is my purpose to serve as a crutch? No, perhaps it is all just a test. A temptation of the forbidden sent straight from the depths of hell. Is there any point in resisting? If I go through with it, am I subject to eternal damnation? Does eternal damnation exist? Lust, they say, is a deadly sin, but does sin exist? Or is it just a product of humanity's uncertainties? No, it is humanity's uncertainties that lead to sin. And so I should just walk away, before I condemn myself. Just walk away, unscathed and pure.
And then he looks at me with his dark, deep eyes.
This is the train. Welcome.