You do not know me but I know you. Every move you make, I am beside you, thriving off of your chilled emotions. When each day passes, and night falls upon the world, I slither into your brain, cocooning my essence along the cerebellum. Although I control you and hinder your thoughts, I cannot fully own you…but you need me to protect you from yourself. Don’t try to deny it. And it is rather pathetic that you are your own worst enemy, but it is true, and that truth scares you.
I must confess that I do not wish to bring you much harm. I only yearn to be apart of you, to suck all the energy from your mind so I will be able to live on. You do not know this but I have a conscience, my own frame of mind. I may appear to be just another inanimate drug, much like the others you have taken before, but I am not. It is you aura, you life that causes me to exist. Do not laugh at me; that would be most unwise. If I can bring you peace, I too can bring your head chaos. Although, you think that this is your choice, ultimately it is not. I would come to you even if you would prohibit me. No matter what the consequence, I still would’ve found my way to you.
Yes, you may think I’m cruel and possibly even evil, but isn’t that true beauty of it all? I am the devil and you can pretend to be a pure soul whose only sin is to degrade him self by downing a few of my tablets. I do not care what you think of me, your opinions are not of great importance. I just need you to keep on living, and swallowing those pills, so eventually I will no longer need your assistance. And I’m sorry to inform that once I am done with you, there won’t be much of you left.
Go on! Try to toss me away in that can. I dare you…we both know, that in only in matter of seconds will your hands reach back, to carry me once again to the safety of your pocket. The addiction is consuming you, and there is only the choice to continue on using. It hurts me to see you this way, but there is nothing I can do for you now. It wouldn’t even matter if you tried to rid yourself of me. I’m too far in your blood stream, and coated on each breath. You can feel me wiggling around inside, and there’s always a pungent taste lying on the back of you tongue. And you can’t possibly forget my horrid smell escaping every time you sigh.
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© 2008 Chelsea Lynn Charters
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December 30th, 2008 at 9:34 am
Chilling… something I hope very few of your readers can actually identify with. Nicely written!