A darkness creeps throughout my mind.
Quietly weaving it's way through crowded places.

A monster.
A parasite.

It leaches to a negative thought.
Caresses it in a cynical embrace.
Feeding on a thought that was originally so small.
Warping and weaving negativity into despair.

Creating intricate webs to trap more fuel.
My mind is no longer my own.

The darkness grows.
Tinting the world around me.
Altering my perspective.
I am not myself.

I used to see the world through rose colored lenses.
Now I don't even remember color.