Taken out of me, my soul, feeding a fearsome creature, a creature that never gives, but takes. It takes, and takes, till there's nothing left to take. Until there's nothing left to extract and feed on. It causes someone pain, some suffering, and leaves a corpse in its wake. There's always a fighting chance, some defeat it once, and don't see it again, some never face it. Some fall beneath it's wake, and crack, they break into millions of pieces, hoping someone will come and put them back together. Some aren't put back together. Some live a life of hopelessness and regret. Stuck in the past, never able to move forward. Stuck in a constant cyclone. Spinning in a midst of sadness, sorrow and the need to forget. Forget the pain, live for the future.
