but slowly it creeps back
but slowly it creeps back over us…
just as discreet as spiders on the wall after midnight.
without our consent paradise becomes hell,
our motives have no consideration.
our minds dissolve in anger
taking our future hostage.
silent predator.
stealing our smiles.
shredding our joy in pieces.
when will we escape?
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