I know that I'm running through your veins and causing your heart to race, but its no longer an euphoric sense of excitement. my venom has been stored up in your mind waiting for its release through memories. you sit there and think of me, unaware that you're no longer immune to it, and so it begins to burn through your bloodline and make its way to your beautiful heart, where it will slowly turn it black and cold, an action only reversible by a love that isn't mine