'One of those days'

It’s one of those days, isn’t it, love? It’s one of those days where nothing but dread is felt in our hearts. Where nothing but ink covers us. One of those days where no happiness is felt. You agree, don’t you, love? You can see it just as well as I can, can’t you, love? Or are you too numb to feel it, love? Are you too dead to see it, love?

It’s one of those stone cold days, isn’t it, love? It’s one of those days that are as cold as ice. One of those days that are as dark as the night. It’s one of those days where everyone who walks has a trail of inky venom dripping down their mouth. Down their neck. And onto the ground. You see it too, don’t you, love? You feel it too, don’t you, love?

Or are you one of them, love? Are you one of the ones with venom dripping from every word? Dripping from every action? Every whisper? Every breath?

Have you finally joined them, love?