| I can feel it, the slow descent into madness that taints my thoughts with impurity. But it isn’t done yet, the process is incomplete, this twisted metamorphosis is still going on and there is a chance to end it all. To stop this creature that I am, to annihilate the unspeakable horror I will become. But that protest is a distanced thought now, thrown far from my mind by the crazed parasite that lives inside me. That breeds emotion. Maybe I should just let it consume me; let my mind crumble away like burnt flesh. Feel the decay surround my thoughts, why don’t I just let go? Feel the worm grow ever bigger in its cocoon of psychosis, growing ever stronger until soon it will emerge, it will take flight and strip my soul. And the only thought that rings clear is, how insatiable this little worm called love… |
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