Ataraxia

Darkness washes over me like a sluggish wave, caressing my soul in its hands. Negative energy runs through my veins, making me feel different, like I'm someone else, or someone else is inside me. My back aches with pain, the muscles throbbing to the rhythm of my heartbeat. A pair of shaded wings hide my presence. My skin turns pale and my eyes turn black. This is me. This is the side of me that no one knows. This is Ataraxia.