New One.

You got me hooked on your scent.
The aroma of the little fibers that caught my nose in a bliss.
Little giant spores entering my brain invading my mind,
poisoning my nervous system, attaching itself to the nerves
of my brain. Simulated through a remote control mechanism,
my body involuntarily moving with the siren's song, dancing
with the deceiving serenade and overpowering the control of my
own free will. The strings that keep me intact while I live in the illusion
created by my imagination in my yearn for the Midas' touch of peace and
attention through my anxious appetites. My deranged mentality and corrupt
interpretation of dreams that led me into an over-affectionate desire to live in a world of
bliss and ignorance. The control over my soul in return for the deceit that
I live in, without noticing the impairment that I have brought to my body
as I walk in the halls of broken sorrow. Waking up to the idea that
my body has grown enthusiastic and solely attached itself to the the drug
that you put me under control of, damaging the sense to see pass the delusion
and straight to the reality. My body, exhausted and worn out from the confusion
of mythological and real, looked straight at the gorgon's eyes but stoned down and rejected the final appeal to flee. Back inside the warping hole of intertwined swirls and circles,
broken down mast heads and the Titanic of my consciousness sinking through the whirling
death of cold and bitter loneliness. In realization of the drug, I have now brought myself
torment while notwithstanding the intoxication of the contract design to keep me within
my holding cell, as my body is used for other purposes. I have lost
my soul and my love, but only the drug that keeps me awake at night.