Every hour, minute, second
I am prey

I am fodder

Hunted down by demons

Haunted by every face I've ever seen

Pacing around in suffering
Isolated by shame

Reluctant by nature

Tormented by illness
I lay powerless to their mockery

Engulfed in darkness

Stunned in shadow

I try to grasp onto anything outside of this void

Daring to hope

Pleading to be sedated by the radiant

I always come up short

I attempt to cling to the tangible

Something palpable, substantial, physical

It passes through my fingertips

Like smoke reflected in the light

Submerged in the acid of agony

Gnawing away the corners of my mind

Steadily stripping me away

Until I am only a husk