written 3/8/09

Silver ribbons slither through the pale. like kisses from the wrong edge, it stings and it burns. it bites with it's ice cold teeth, stealing the life from your eyes. it devours you. it captures your heart, winding and twisting into an addiction. it runs down the softness, eating away at the yellow in your reality. taking no time for you to breathe, it jumps down your throat with its ideas, it takes over everything really. the only thing that understands it is it's alias. the only people who understand it are it's victims. the only way to shut is off is to turn yor back and walk away. but it still chases you down the hall and creeps around your shoulder choking you again and again.