Your head feels foggy,
you sense yourself unwind;
It’s the same dreadful demons
toying with your mind.
They wait till it’s dark,
or the lights are down low;
unnerving sickly attacks,
through your blood and bones.
You can’t hide your black heart,
the demons can see;
they don’t allow any space,
in your head to breathe.  
Tear your reason to shreds,
you need fixing.
A worn stone sinking,
in an ocean that’s rotting;
decaying miserably, and
forced to bend the knee.
How much more agony
can the universe bring.
Not even your screams
can get you out of the cold;
and you’d rather give up
and drown,
than go it alone.