|Artistic and poetic in one|
LabRatI awoke to darkness and the sound of a door opening, the click of the lock echoed loudly throughout the room. Then it was bright, almost too bright but it wasn't that white color it would normally be instead it yellow. A bright yellow, that erupted from the door leaving only the shadow of the one who opened it. Something was wrong, this wasn't my place, i tried to move my hand to cover my eyes from that damned light but they were stuck, tied in place. My eyes were forced to the person, looking anywhere else was hurtful to my eyes. Panic swept over me, this wasn't my place it couldn't be. Then my senses came back, cold the place was cold and there was a musty smell, almost like seaweed, no not seaweed, moss, it smelt like moss. A bitter taste in my mouth, which was weird because there was none when I went to sleep. Could they have put something in my mouth, strange thoughts of what it could be overwhelmed me to the point where I almost gagged. The light dimmed a little making it betterLabRat by linton41b
AddictionADDICTIONAddiction by linton41b
It is a pull that is alluring and friendly and many are unaware of its powers, its effect, but still it is there. It could be considered a powerful segregation of the mind where gravity and reason are lost, leaving only need. freedom is possible but not guaranteed for within lies wars and battles,destruction and suffering. To go through such things are distasteful and horrid, but if won clarity and responsibility is born. it in itself is not always evil and promiscuous but is pleasure written from another book, another liquid that also evaporates and then precipitates in its cycle and as such can take any form or shape until it is discovered.