....I acknowledge mine. To be grasped at the throat by waves of desperate fear, to feel the world closing in on you, to be crushed by a heaviness on your chest, is darkness within me, a strange foreboding, a premonition of evil in and around me, a lick of poisonous viper trying to sting me is a madness enveloping my senses.
Is it depression? Or is it lunacy, am I losing my mind? This darkness that drowns me isn't despair, isn't hopelessness, isn't sadness. It is beyond expression and words. I, am feeling, left alone amidst a dark wood, on a lonely tempestuous sea, on top of a solitary crag hounded by icy winds that pierce the body and rend the soul. And it comes on me at times, intermittently, unannounced and suddenly taking me by surprise, holding me in terror!
I go into a frenzy for nothing can be seen with the rational eye once the abysmal darkness, the night, has taken me prisoner, I am its helpless victim and it must tear me apart while I am at its mercy. I lose my senses, become a demon, a ghoul perhaps I know not, but this thing of darkness make me blind.
When will this darkness ever leave me? when will it become a thing of the past?
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