I tried to lock him out But he somehow found his way back in The monster, the dark mist that slowly takes hold of my body Until his tendrils wrap around my limbs and throat Rendering me unable to breathe or to speak So I curl up in bed and wait it out "This feeling is fleeting," I repeat It stays long enough to rid me of any flicker of hope, extinguishing any sparkle in my eyes Leaving me numb Alone to pick up the pieces Until he chooses to visit again