It is safe to say that even the most complex and impudent beings have a condescending essence to them. Some small part of tenacious voyeur is still left beneath the network of bridges and gates created to suffocate the ignorant innate being inside of them. That section of their mind, which has been obliterated in order for no impotent action that would counterfeit their enemy’s purpose; that part, is being pressed into a mechanical prejudice whenever their own soul is threatened of rend and insidious effects. A survival instinct that causes the entire human race to suffer whilst venturing in the three dimensional world of pain. It is a jaded shadow of life, waiting to cause extinction.

Preached by a dedicated collection of disciples, the being’s gravitational pull encourages the rest to mingle within the tangled knot of freedom.  Slowly, their minds are diseased with the pretentious plague, affecting most adolescent life, and without a cure, they suffer.

Addicted to the new intoxicating sensation, the dormant monsters start to stir again; eager to take another swing after having tormented their previous victim the life before. They break hearts, spill confidence, and let anxiety out of its cage. They start to decompose the fresh corpse of their victim’s conscience; it seems as if though they have been wrapped into a tightly knit cocoon, ignorant towards the rest of the world.

The monsters feed upon the pain, they drink it. Very slowly it crawls down your throat; heavily and thick. Almost tearing at the flesh. Shortly after the hurt becomes a thin strip of salt water that trickles down the side of your face, those pearls match the red marks along your wrist that are crying as well.

Bright red they concoct the most magnificent healing known to their influenced minds.

The defect?

It only lingers for a few minutes. It doesn’t last, just like everything else in their kingdom.

The monsters have stirred up a whirlpool of emotions, in which their host is drowning.