#stockholm cw

The clock’s slow and careful overhead. My mind shuts off. Searching for exit will prove fruitless. Your eyes are all I see. Quite frankly, they are all Iwantto see. You control me. You always will. 

I can’t think past this madness swarming in my head any longer. I’ll give in. Anything to be put out of the misery of consciousness. 

I’d prefer being broken.