• spiritsamke 5w

    Ruined

    Cunning. He arrived to me unexpectedly, forcing his way into my mind, into my life. Cumbersome was the intensity of his nature, revealing himself as positive but is he? He consumed my entire being preventing me from ever being able to think for myself. Drinking his seemingly sweet nectar I convinced myself that it's okay. I basket in his ever so comforting care not knowing the dangers waiting for me there, in the brightest darkness of my mind his evil manipulated me, said he was kind. He really was pretty, dressed as human looked like God. Chiselled in his features I should've known that to trust his sentences and speaches made, my pure spirit forever ruined
    ©spiritsamke