It's back again
Churning and burning it's way through my shield and into the souls of those around me.
Affecting and inflicting damage that cannot be undone.
If I said I was sorry, I think I would be wrong.
Then again, my own soul feels kind of gone.
This torrent of feelings cannot be contained,
They want out, and will destroy anything in their way to thrive on their own.
They will move to the next unwilling host, and leave behind a husk.
An empty shell, yet a ghost of what was once a formidable being hollowed out to the feeble warrior at heart
The feelings want freedom, as much as the host, and they will destroy the world for their only goal.