• Black Ink
    Ink that blots out the proper letters of logic
    Spreading slowly over the untouched white
    Leaving the blurred edges of suspicion

    Crawling Vines
    Wrapping and sufficating
    Poison thorns that pierce the flesh and infect
    Leaving nothing but hurt, pain, scars

    Acid
    Burning all it can
    All-consuming, destroying what it touches
    Hissing in pleasure as the pain intensifies

    Virus
    Coursing silently through your veins
    Taking over little by little
    Showing no mercy for its victim