Foreign desires

 Losing yourself inside your own flavor.
Your own preference and obsession.
Exhausting long days.
The world distracts you from fantasty.

You curse it under your breath.
Now you suck the milk of the fixation.
Sustaining that one untidy corner of your mind.
Practical advice makes your stomach turn.

You dive back into the limitless shadow world.
Where each monster turns you on.
Where each haunted place calms you.
Each one tailor made by your sharpened whim.

For the things you want in the real world you can't have.
So create them beyond on your screen and in your mind.
First littlle pieces of yourself that kept growing in the dark like fungi.
What do they look like now?

How do they tickle your psyche?
How long do you dare to resist them before they drag you under?
Into the depths that your pretend don't exist?
Such a foreign foreign place.