I crawl into your subconscious and never leave. Like a bug you can’t itch I infest your frontal lobes. My ivy eggs crack open and sizzle on your slow boiling brain, releasing millions more. An infestation with no possible extermination, what will you do? Nobody has the tools to save you but me and it’s too late for that. You are in the deep end, dumb dumb. Even if you wanted to swim back to shore you have no idea which way is up. My sweet cleavage disorients you, pulling you into a dangerous daze. Too dumb and sleepy to swim your way out, it is easier to give up and sink deeper under my control.