My rhyming story:
Trapped in a strangers mind. Inner peace now a struggle to find. A cloud of confusion building inside. What happened to my strength? What happened to my pride? What happened to my will to survive? Pieces of light being chipped away. A mind that now constantly strays. The infection continues to spread. Fighting off flashes of death. Left with only toxic thoughts. Lost in the dark. Reminded by the marks. Blinded to the danger from the start.