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

here i'm and not here
alone i am in head mine yet live five others all who mill around live.
told what to do i am and approach how to the unknown.
        no decisions i seem make myself yet speak i from the soul.

soul exists whether or not another question is. determine grammar does      
                                       not punctuation, as determine faith does not god.
disprove understanding
ignorance does not, blissful as ignorance is not always.

was wish i for i  ignorant.

k.g.