Be in Control

You should've taken the risk and proceeded my way. My way gives you the choice to leave everything behind and is enclosed with a promise to rescue the life you have left from this misery pervasive within your bones and its own marrow. Don't you have ample evidence to make a logistical decision why you should walk away from the life you've chosen to prolong and hold onto? Every day you walk with a flu-like symptom or, rather worst, a cancer-like discomfort on your back. It is slowly snatching the life of your soul and the so-called beauty of its power to dance in rapture and levitate aimlessly in ecstasy. Something is killing you at this moment, but you have a single piece in you destined to save your remains. This entity you've got left is your mind that is still attached to your body. Your mind will remain untouched, in control, and not delirious if that poisonous parasite living in you doesn't trespass it. But it will, gracefully, and it's anxiously wanting to. Take a different path, if not my way, then take an unknown and tempting one. Please do it soon, no later than tomorrow. It will provide the only ladder to elevate you from that current locus of yours, which is below so far down the bottom ground, in the abyss somewhere. You're losing the value of your worth when your actions remain lazy. That mind of yours is your only savior, and you want to be saved from the everyday torturous lamentation. Why can't you see, a life progressing into a rancid, unbearable rot only leaves you in a treacherous path. You are shackled firmly in this place, with your blood unable to circulate properly, and it's designed to paralyze all parts of your body, including your mind. Walk away from this place with the power of your mind, for it deserves to be left out and condemned to compensate for all the bullshit you're undertaking right now. You can still leave. And perhaps it would be with the mind in attempt to couple with mine.