The STIGMA
The night time always brings with it the doubts and fears that the sun drives away. People instinctively curl in on themselves. Protecting from invisible fears. The daytime glances turn to nighttime glares as the aura of the stigma creeps crawling up your skin like a scaly hand, working its way into the innermost sanctum of your mind. Drilling penetrating stares of anger and fear pinning your mind no your very ego to the wall of society. Dissecting your soul under the harsh light of the stigma.
The night time always brings with it the doubts and fears that the sun drives away. People instinctively curl in on themselves. Protecting from invisible fears. The daytime glances turn to nighttime glares as the aura of the stigma creeps crawling up your skin like a scaly hand, working its way into the innermost sanctum of your mind. Drilling penetrating stares of anger and fear pinning your mind no your very ego to the wall of society. Dissecting your soul under the harsh light of the stigma.
