I grasp your throat. While you struggle to breathe, I dwell in the pleasure I get from seeing you loose what Hope gave you. Ugh... Hope, just the thought of them makes me forget the good mood I was just in. They walk around, acting like a gift from above. Oh! Look, I'm Hope. I give everyone happiness and make them feel better! They ruin the fun. They ruin everything I do.
Now I,on the other hand control millions. Action after action, mistake after mistake, is made because of me, or... I will be the after effect. Those who seek me out for the thrill, or who come to conquer me, end up with the same fate. They end up with me squeezing their breath from their lungs, with legs turning to jelly, with arms shaking as violently as earthquakes. With fear enveloping them, tying them up in a vice like grip.
They want me gone. They wish, pray, do anything for Hope. Ha, like they're coming to help. Here's the thing, you can't get rid of me. I am an insect, that no repellent can get rid of. I am a leech, a parasite, holding onto you, draining you of all you have. I am your shadow, following you, never leaving your side. You pretend, I am not even there, but you can't deny me. I am not something you can just ignore. No, I am more tiresome, than that.
Those moments, you are busy thinking about something, are halted by a single thought. I fill your thoughts, until I am all you think about. I am always in the back of your mind. No matter hold old you get, you never outgrow me. I am with you from the start until the end. Just the way I like it. I mean, what else would I use for entertainment. Insects? All they do is scurry. Now you. You make the most thrilling show. The way your mouth gapes as the melodious screams fly from it. Or how I take your breathe, as if you simply forgot how to breathe. And what's amazing, is how everyone's expressions are different. Each their own work of art. Just marvelous.
But, did you know, that there is one thing everyone shares? The eyes, glorious eyes. Each brimming with fear about to spill to the ground. Each time a person looks at me with that expression, I am swirling with delight. And all the unique colors in their eyes, that mesh with the fear, create a whole new rainbow, a whole new color wheel.
There are those, who "escape". Find Hope and go back to their peaceful, BORING, daily lives. But in the end, you can't escape, not really. Not from me. I am around every corner. Hidden in every shadow. Waiting for the moment to strike. I will consume you entirely. Your entire being will be controlled by me. You will no longer feel safe. Feel free. Your mind and willpower will crumble.
I mean, isn't that all I'm good for anyway? Isn't that what I am suppose to do? Because, if that isn't my purpose, my reason for being...than what is?
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Just something I wrote. Tell me what you think.
