[ WP ] Make me terrified of an inanimate object

Circles in circles. They are small, so small, how can such a thing be? Infinite, recursive, tasty, so succulent, so perfect. 
 
 Bulbous, black shimmering pearls. They are like eyes seeing as you watch them. There is no fear, no life glinting back. In their multitude one is called to caution: Each is a void of nothing inspiring nothing. It only calls it only prompts hunger. 
 
 Tasting their perfection and you become a disciple. As it stains you, it marks you. Others see your sins and judge you for what you are. And when you see their indigo smiles, then you come to realize the truth: The hunger is in all within the presence of a fresh blackberry.
