It's this constant drumming in the darkest corners of your mind.
That empty hollow feeling that echoes through your body and rattles your bones shaking you to the very core. First, just a shadow, a whisper in the darkness, a fleeting object darting from corner to corner. Then a voice, groggy and minor at first but it grows.
Clearer and louder, more persistent, more insistent.
Soon it rattles through your head, fighting for dominance, consuming the light into an abyss of darkness.
It plays through your fantasies and enhances your fears, each tendrils of darkness lashing out at you. A cloud of confusion, despair and anxiety suffocates you. Choking your insides out, consuming your soul. It fills the hole it tore in your heart with black inky hatred becoming a part of you. You can't escape. It takes over your senses, mocking the foundations of your sanity, slowly tearing you apart until nothing but destruction is left. A hollow vessel void of emotion. You can't see it but it is there. A silent enemy.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on clouds
Poetryjust a random collection of thoughts and feelings. 'learn from this , because if this hurts you its better to learn than forget'
