It begins as a trickle, a small rivulet of sick curiosity that makes its way into my brain. Slowly the tributaries join one another and it begins to bubble it's way down my spne, tingling as it goes along. Oozing into my veins slowly, the bubbles begin to burst and travel faster - with every beat of my heart which is still pure, still untouched but not for long. The morbid black tar continues its frothy journey across my luncgs, blackening as it goes, seeping downwards and spreading out in all directions. As if pricked by the pins of conscience, they burst, yet do not stop in their journey, these polluted black bubbles. Relentlessly they colour the inside of me with the colours of sin, 'til it leaks out of my mouth when i sleep and from my veins when slit. Yet it continues,drowning my lungs in sickness. And i go under with it, hot, sticky, vile yet seductive in its filth. 11:10 am;can you keep a secret?
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