Nyctophilia
Where am i ? How am I?
Surrounded by darkness , head lolling in happiness ,
The addictive sight of the enticing beautiful moon preventing me from realizing that I have surrounded myself in pure darkness
The same pleasure giving darkness crated by beautiful lies.
Each lie crafted as beautiful as a plastic blue bird that makes every eye it catches drown in its not so realistic beauty.
Each lie as addictive as ecstacy ....
Beautiful yet deadly , enticing yet scary.
