Addiction's ghost has been lurking within the shadows of my mind. It's daunting voice pinging through the transmitting channels in my head. Chilling vibrations infused with the sweating of a feverish struggle.
I am struggling. I am fighting and fending internally but with a defensive army that's outside enemy lines.
A Bipolar Travail. My sickness's parturition of it's blackened cells that swim through my veins.
I've become a frozen bystander watching the skirmish unfold, growing as it draws strength from my weakened heart.
A fermented fracas transfused with Delusion's perspective.
He's holding the wooden frame that pulls at my strings. I've become a helpless marionette.
An emanating effluvium that's disintegratting all logic.
I'm now a lost wanderer within the fumes of recent actions trying to find the map that leads the way to a point with a questionable return.
I am struggling. I am fighting and fending internally but with a defensive army that's outside enemy lines.
A Bipolar Travail. My sickness's parturition of it's blackened cells that swim through my veins.
I've become a frozen bystander watching the skirmish unfold, growing as it draws strength from my weakened heart.
A fermented fracas transfused with Delusion's perspective.
He's holding the wooden frame that pulls at my strings. I've become a helpless marionette.
An emanating effluvium that's disintegratting all logic.
I'm now a lost wanderer within the fumes of recent actions trying to find the map that leads the way to a point with a questionable return.
