Stop haunting me.
It started as a fleeting thought. It turned into an obsession.
It's all getting hazy before the mist in my eyes. What do I see? Why isn't it you whom I see?
It's over me now. It's what I want to get now. It's what that will put me to rest, now.
You're a fucking fungus.
It's grown on me. Nourishing on my peace. Thriving on my security. Eating me from within. Wasting me. Leaving me with nothing but itself.
It cannot be seen, yet is everywhere around.
What if I never find you? Where will this circle terminate? Have you blessed me to decay in your wish?
End my pain. Come to me.
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