an air of despondency

Its devoured me,

the manifestation of every one of my thoughts, actions and words

A dark spirit

It’s possessing the divinity of my conscience

Buried so profoundly

I no longer have ownership of the shell that once carried an unimpeachable soul

Its consumed me,

just lurking in the corners.

Amused by my bemusement of how and when I got so lost

Every tear planted seeds for the forest that germinates sadness,

fertilised by the demon living in my amygdala

Its captivated me,

I am a victim to its torment and torture

It lives and breathes,

a presence so profound reminding me why it exists

I'm adrift in the forest we’re so lost in

Tranquility is absent amongst derangement.