Stuck with sentiment

Sometimes the world will just refuse to move
For sometimes you are just stuck with sentiments
When all you've been doing is refusing their rule
one fine day they storm your castle.

They rage and they pillage
but with gentle abandon
they ravish your nerve centres
with euphoric sensations

But therein lies their trick
and there lies along right with it
a little demon in disguise
planning your imminent demise

Rubbing little black demonic hands together
snickering in disbelief
for now he's almost got me
withering in relief

I am happy in the moment
but i am stuck with sentiment
and the more my balloon fills
the higher I will fly

and the harder I will fall
when he pricks and kills.