going under

going under

The darkness returns. It is heavy and thick. It is not retreating. It casts its shadow without a sun to break through.

Always there, but now it grasps at my soul. It is back again and is hungry. It wants to feed on my mind.

Its jaws clamp down, my brain runs with sadness. Thoughts of pain and loss bleed down the side. It seeks to devour all that brings me sanity.

I cannot fight it this time. It has taken hold. All I do is hang on until it sleeps once again.

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