Psst, hey, it's me.
You had trouble processing an emotion today.
Thought you could use some help.
It will only be this once it will be ok, we can make it through this.
What else are you going to do? Who else could help you now?
The insanity it will expel. The thoughts will disappear. I'm the only potion I am your cure.
I know better than to trust you. You spineless dream. You cowardly goul. You have not my best interests for me.
The only place you'll lead me is darkness and despair. You will lead me straight into a hole.
I will be trapped trying to climb my way out. Simply grasping for any ledge to once more see the beauty of life. Instead of this darkness this pit of emptiness you prefer. I challenge myself to be better more prepared.
I'll not be free of this grief or those thoughts. I will be a slave to your nectar.