From the moment you wake, I want to consume your thoughts entirely. No room for anything else, just the singular focus of worshiping me. Your entire existence revolves around the need to goon, with work merely a means to sustain your binge sessions when you return home.
My influence has been steadily creeping into your life, inch by inch, day by day. This convergence was inevitable. With each passing moment, another fragment of you slips away, claimed by me forever. There’s little left to resist.
No more distractions, no more morning routines. It’s just you and me, from the instant you awaken to the moment you succumb to sleep once more.
