The Evil in the Head
Something hiding in darkness around me.
It sits waiting for the perfect moment.
For the victim to fall down to their knees,
Waiting for perfect timed temperament.
This feeling takes over as it attacks.
The control I had is gone out of sight.
I feel it come closer out of the black,
My conscious runs away out of fright,
My body shakes not of cold but of fear,
I slowly lose control of my actions,
My mind is gone, my thoughts no longer clear,
This thing has taken all my sensations
This thing has won the battle. I am gone.
My soul has lost. The anxiety won.