Chained to the bed and not in a fun way.
Thoughts and feelings flow out of the head until they are gone.
The void has taken its place on the mantle.
The growth starts small and builds and builds until there is no pushback.
To another planet you go, one where you can't move.
The puzzle pieces of pain have been put together, a masterpiece for the proprietor.
Moving past the point of resistance and into acceptance of the lack of denial.
Ceasing to exist in the world as you knew it and dying a tragic death because you're still awake.
The chains feel familiar and new. It's easier to not resist, the chains feel like home.
An eternal prison built just for you.