Every year around the same time of year this happens. Usuallly fall right through to the end of winter. . Pure dread and fear wakes me up and theres something.. someone.. a pressence in the room.. sometimes i catch it right away.. sometimes it takes hold of me sits on my chest. Tells me things i dont want to know. Things i should not know. It feels like my very essance is drained..

Im drained..

I just want to sleep..

I could feel this one squeezing at my lungs. Crying into my ear about my own woes. Its fingers running up my spine to remind me its still here.. its still here.. its deffinatly still here.