Its a horrible feeling.

It takes hold of your body.

Suffocating almost.

Toying with your mind,

you become someone you're not.

You want blood.



It creeps up your throat,

making you feel sick.

Its cold, thin hands crushing your chest,

causing your heart to ache.



Emotions tangle with anger.

A horrible, treacherous  battle.

Anger always wins. Always.



Then you grow cold.

Its sickening breath rolling over your shoulders and down your spine.

It reminds you of your pain.

And you cant bare it.



The green monster has you by the throat,

and it wont let go.

Its always there.

Always.