Maybe it’s just a phase. But how could it be? Sensations of permanence and an obvious progression of symptoms beg to differ. Dreamscapes seem to expand and vividness accelerates to the unbearable speed of technicolor, while the corners of my eyes drool the smoke of friction. Lately, morning light only seems to give way to what I can’t stand; an understanding of the factual world, and premonitions of lunacy. Go figure I’d start shivering again once I’ve grown accustomed to the cold.
Just a phase? A damned long one, if you ask me.
The welcoming onslaught of hysteria draws me closer, and I can no longer keep its creeping tendrils from marrying my spine in a display of horrific symbiosis. Yet, as time will tell, my mind holds office as the true parasite of the matter and this state of hyperbolic shock is in desperate need of recession. Now, as I make the transformation into a self-imposed enemy, I’ve become unstoppable in my own beautiful decline.
Only one person can keep the walls of this construct from crumbling now, and our hero is oblivious.
Maybe just confused.
Probably uninterested.
Definitely incredible.
Ignorance is shit.
