A spark of hope lighted up,
Not now,
Some days ago.
It crashed and burned.

Ashes constitute my soul.

Nothing but fear
Anxiety,
Desperation,
Lack of comprehension.

A sudden need for companion.

Invisible soul devouring claws.
Burying their pointy finger nails inside me.
Hooking their selves to my legs,
My back, my shoulders, my arms.

I feel them all.

Pulling me down,
down,
down,
always down.

The more I resist,
the more damage they make.

Is like a revolution of negative emotions,

Fighting inside of me.
Trying to decide which one should be named king.
They don't care bout the passenger anymore.

I am just another useless body for them.