it's like poison filled into bubbles flowing undisruptedly in the bloodstream, bursting everytime they brush gently against the inner layer of the tubes.

yet, as the poison seeps into the brain softly, it is treated as a long-lost friend, just waiting to be received as a hero; like a finger prying open stealthily a box containing a land of escapism, where one is simply untouched, where one lives a liberated life, albeit a paradoxically restrained one..

wisps of those pernicious thoughts hover in the air, never disappearing, but intermingled with the air one inhales. it haunts when one is forlorn, knocking lightly, tauntingly, on the locked door which traps one's darkest secrets.


idk what i'm writing, unnnghh sleepy. editing someday.