Its like an early funeral for the part of you which is real.
Its like a Casket floating down the river.
Its like a child dead and cold in their room.
Its a beautiful pasture with rotting flesh strung over the land scape.
Its an early wake. its and early death. An untimely deep sleep.
Your true self fades to the back all but leaving you behind and these entities of thought, these, demon like aspects of yourself take control because you are far to weak to do it.
Its like a crazy person who used to be so sane.

A ugly person who was once so beautiful.

A fat person who was once so fit.

A catatonic patient who was a Olympic athlete

It is like some one took your potential. Took your zeal, took your beating heart and said, now try.