Its twisting the reality of fact and turning it into fiction

Its clutching at the seams of time, unraveling the pattern, ferociously awaiting its next victim

Its destroying dreams, pulling them apart piece by piece, with disregard to manners and

etiquette

Its lethal, a parasite leeching off its host, licking its lips awaiting its next meal

Its seething, rushing after you, creating withdrawals, crisis, breaking away the earth you stand

on

Its never going to let go of its hold, your fear and desperate cries, it muffles in its clawed hands,

as it brings you down, deeper and deeper, till there is nothing recognizable about who you once

were

Its unrelenting, and near impossible to beat, your heart is withering, your mind is weak

Its the end, to all those childhood wishes, each one burns to ash, as you take in one more hit.

-Dierdree Glassford