Intoxicated

She draws you in her tendril like fingers intoxicate you with ideas you know are false, but you so fervently hope were true you believe her. You follow these promises.

If your pace falters she summons you loudly at first but quieting to an inaudible whimper,
Shes getting impatient your not getting there quick enough not tripping into her traps with enough feverish adoration for her liking.

You being the good little weak human you are, so easily molded for any purpose you fall into her traps they bind you tighter so tight you cannot breath so tight you daren't think of looking back.

Your closer to her now as close as can be your pace quickens as you hear her voice you claw through the dense fog to reach her. This is all you've wanted for so long, too long.

You finally tear away the last wisp of fog. Your breathing is fast and shaky. You call to her. No answer. You scream her name at the top of your lungs.Silence except for maniacal laughter as mocking as it is unstable. You realize it is yourself but the laugh doesn't even crack. Your too far gone.