It gets stuck in my head. Wriggling around my brain and corrupting my thoughts. It eats. It devours. It consumes. Less and less of me remains, until there is no thought but to have faith that I can do anything, to get through the fire and the rain, that I can touch the sky and reach any star.
It gets stuck in my head. Wriggling around my brain and corrupting my thoughts. It eats. It devours. It consumes. Less and less of me remains, until there is no thought but to have faith that I can do anything, to get through the fire and the rain, that I can touch the sky and reach any star.
My corruption is complete. Please turn it off.