control is a rich red hue, control is warm, and deep. itβs a destructive power, and a stinging force. a delicate line between pain and serenity.
control is a rich red hue, control tastes metallic. like a cog in a machine, and it comes around like clockwork. a jagged dash between insanity and knowledge
control is a rich red hue, control melts like wax. it evaporates within seconds, and it dries within moments. a recalcitrant scratch between delusion and control
control is the sand dunes left behind once the red lakes dry up.