It crept upon you like the full moon rising.
A dull ache of a slow, painful transformation,
Cracking and twisting the bones,
Of your perceptions.
The thick fog slowly rolling in,
It fills your mind,
Seeping its way to your core,
Filing the brain with what if's and why not's,
A deliriously, insidious inception.
Like a billion parasites scattering,
Through tensed, poised muscle.
You are not trembling,
It is the uncontrollable vibration,
Of the pitter-patter.
Through thick blue veins,
They will carry the poison.
Your eyes dilated, wild and widened,
Search skyward for answers.
Sanity cannot help you here.
You hear the lone wolf howling,
As you desperately cling,
To the way you were before,
But it craves more.
Relentlessly, ravenously, it will claw.
At your being, piece by piece.
Until it finds peace,
Or death.
It will draw and carelessly spill your blood,
Drowning itself in the crimson tide of truth.
Until your flesh lay raw and exposed.
Until your bones are stripped and naked.
Until both body and spirit are bruised and battered.
Shh...
Lay motionless under the heavy cloak,
Of the pale moonlight.
If you survive the attack,
May it liquefy your rigid soul.
And be not afraid,
As it creeps to you in the depths of the night,
For the new day is a healer,
And for now,
I am your light.

Goodnight....