black opium
It’s like a disease. It removes the mind of ease, accepts the light but devours it with the darkness similar to night; there’s no escaping as It spreads like thick oil, trapping each voice and thought thriving of turmoil, breeding from deceit and now paranoia is born, this is wickeder than the devils spawn, it’s here to stay to stain the brain, freedom and escape play a game in hopes that they can win a spot in the brain again, it takes all light out of business in hopes that good thoughts can’t find their way. It makes a point that it’s here to stay when you can’t get out of bed for days, leaving you lost for words to say. Hoping one day it will all just go away. Travelling down from the brain to the belly, parasites multiply, performing wicked acts with no alibi, feeding them what they want as they burn down the temple self destruct is the next avenger to assemble. Holding on, knowing that the good thoughts are coming and won’t be to long. Depression your a disease and this fight is done.
