Blood rushed through his body as it got what it urged what it needed.
Whenever he didn't pay heed the monster would summon him.
An escape that's what it was. An escape...
From the harsh reality of life...
With the monster he entered another dark world.
A world; where, nobody could find him.
A world; where, he could drown in his sorrows...
Alone...
With the monster...
Overpowered by the darkness within his own soul...
The darkness, which called to him...
He was a fighter...
Overpowered...
Hey guys this is the first time I have written anything with so much angst, I hope I have done justice to Om 😳 I really wanted to pen down how he may have felt; when, he was taking drugs 😳