It leaks from its cracks, and floats in the air.
It pins stars on the sky every night.
It swallows your dreams, and drinks your hopes.
It twists your reality and it gets in your way.
And everyday you feed it with your destructive ways.
You see it decorating your notebooks and your songs.
You sit next to it on the bus, during your classes, your work.
You try to avoid it when you're walking down the street.
You hope it doesn't notice you. But it does. It always does.
And it laughs at you as your soulless side takes over.