this tangled thought this presence behind everything around you even in her
nestled into the background static of the mind its interference is on a basic level like the screaming ringing in your ears perceived on all levels of consciousness you cannot escape it it is you
you rock ion your chair in primal effort to release you pace and worry your hands smoke incessant but it shadows your every step as it attacks your reason as it delivers blows to your peace
it reaches mortal combat as you toss and turn wrestle with the blankets of your once safe bed motion and thought become sickness that cannot cease of their own accord
it pervades like the scents of death slow and overpowering
she is yours and yours alone this terrible night and alone you will remain
you took your own life buried at the crossroad without comfort without your head banished by the good graces and alone in the forever more