Perturbation Existence
It was a monster. A monster of overwhelmingly oppressed thoughts of conformity and uneasiness in which corroded the inner soul of those who were exposed to the sight of the monstrosity. It was a virus. One in which injected its lethal concoction of pandemonium and cowardice upon the personality exuberant by those affected. It was a monster. One in which devoured the inner workings of the previously known realm of life one had grown accustomed to, and longed to endure, yet transforms into only a distant figment of imagination that was once reality. A monster in which demolished the bonds formed between the beings of our species, and tormented the social standards we perceived normal that sacrificed our sanity others prospected us to possess. It was a monster. A monster of a venomous nature without a cure of stability in reach; the only cure being of exposure to the forces in which only intensify the dismay circulating throughout the entire body. One in which consumed the daily thoughts coursing through the mind of the beholder, constantly aggravating the conscious due to the repetitive, indispensable, and indescribable torment the brain has been unveiled to. It was a monster. A monster of terror.
It looms in the darkness, awaiting the impeccable moment in which to pounce upon the soul of the hesitant exposed beings of society. Glossy acute teeth anticipate the piercing of gaunt human flesh to sink the malicious fusion of self doubt and angst to the pure bloodstream of disposition. It was a menace. A menace longing to perceive the discomfort it afflicted upon the diminishing resilience of the human species that not only impacts the mental security of those inflicted upon, but also the physical perception given by society. The being corrodes the physical appearance to one of despair and agony. It absorbs the once vibrant pigment of the epidermis, and minimizes the once exuberant actions and energy of the affected source. Sluggish mobility ripens to an unwanted reality of pusillanimity carved into the inner workings of the human mind, in which transforms into a dependence upon cowardice. It lurks upon those shattered from the standards society extorts onto our being. Specifications in which only weaken our immunity to the disease of disparity. A disease longing for the detriment of positivism, and the new-found creation of antagonism. A mental state in which transpires to a reality. An unwanted lust for fear.
It looms in the darkness, awaiting the impeccable moment in which to pounce upon the soul of the hesitant exposed beings of society. Glossy acute teeth anticipate the piercing of gaunt human flesh to sink the malicious fusion of self doubt and angst to the pure bloodstream of disposition. It was a menace. A menace longing to perceive the discomfort it afflicted upon the diminishing resilience of the human species that not only impacts the mental security of those inflicted upon, but also the physical perception given by society. The being corrodes the physical appearance to one of despair and agony. It absorbs the once vibrant pigment of the epidermis, and minimizes the once exuberant actions and energy of the affected source. Sluggish mobility ripens to an unwanted reality of pusillanimity carved into the inner workings of the human mind, in which transforms into a dependence upon cowardice. It lurks upon those shattered from the standards society extorts onto our being. Specifications in which only weaken our immunity to the disease of disparity. A disease longing for the detriment of positivism, and the new-found creation of antagonism. A mental state in which transpires to a reality. An unwanted lust for fear.