Bound by chains so strong, it modifies through the timescale. It wraps itself around like a warm blanket. Trying to comfort, trying to ensnare. It’s the spy in the room. Never caring about what’s in the way. It’s only game, is to sway.

Don’t want to feel pain? It’ll bury it deep. Don’t want to express yourself? It’ll help hide your speech. It has known you longer than anyone else. It helps protect your health.

The relationship is built on trust. It gives advice. It acts like a therapist. Credentials? Who cares? As long as it sounds good, there’s no need to question it’s authority. It has this sense of superiority. It knows it’s a disease, yet it doesn’t care. It wants to continue blinding, hoping you won’t share.