My mind is slipping into a state it should never enter.
Reject the warning call,
That one should even have these thoughts as all.
These slime-covered walls surround me.
And the rusted chains on the doors,
Distract me, with their sound.
That alluring call.
"Come to me."
"Fight no longer."
"Join me."
Halfway in...
I pull out,
The vision spins.
I freak out.
Destroy myself!
These slime-filled chambers,
Brushing my skin-
Leaving an imprint within,
Each. Small. Cell.
Evolve, evolve!
Let go-
"Join me."
Escape, I want to, but it is a bittersweet desire.
For it is desire that holds me here.
Desire of slime-covered walls.
