Insidious

Buried very deep in our hearts; some say it tickles and swaddles them like home.

A special place in their hearts.

Etched in our very souls.

Creeping up the spine.

Spewing from our mouths.

Greed?

Darling please, this thing will make you heave.

Dazed

My mind controls my life.

So if my mind is heavy, my heart is an unwilling subject.

Following ever so closely.

Mimicking every thoughtless detail of my brain.

What to do when your soul went the wrong way?

Who to call when fatal deception is your fall?
Should we turn around?

Cough up the gold, silver and rust?
Or enjoy the suffication?