It's What You Need

Disclaimer:Zydrate and Repo! The Genetic Opera belong to Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith. It is their bloody baby which makes me envy them all the more. D:

It's what you need - what I need, to change inside. It makes you feel alive. It's like nothing you've ever felt before. Best of all, it takes you there.

Zydrate is a drug like no other. Wonderful. Superb. Glorious. Powerful. It's a hallucinogen that warps your mind. The after affect causes you to truly feel nothing at all. You fly. You're invincible. Nothing can harm you while you're in its gentle embrace. Your surroundings may distort. Yet, it will not put you at danger's risk.

This is what your brain convinces you.

It's good. It's good. More, your mind whispers. Eventually, you give in with these little persuasions.

That sweet blue elixir... You crave it and vice verse. It is a drug. Not your over-the-counter ordeal. That claimed medics will not give you anesthetic. You need something to suffice the pain. You seek out... Zydrate. A delicate whisper.

You need it.

It's a drug like no other. You have to have it. Don't bother coping with the pain.

No. You need to go to the underground- the alleys- for your precious fix. The GraveRobber will supply you with the nectar of the dead. So sweet as the gun presses against your frame. Your eyes flutter.

It's like a night light.

Watch it glow. Watch it spark. The highly addictive drug goes by several names. Zydrate. Z. The fix. The glow. So on and so forth.

You'll never be free.

Instead, it'll take you there.

Because you need it..

to feel alive.