Kicking…
Screaming…
Wanting to be released from its prison.
Like a deadly disease waiting…
It’s host fights back, but to no prevail.
The tormented soul has taken over.

Once released from its captivity it surrounds it’s world in darkness.
Pain and suffering is all it feels.
Like a piercing pain from the shadows the host has no clue, but to surrender.

Lying there feeling it’s last breath of air leave it’s lungs, the tormented soul waits for it’s return to the shadows.
Motionless, the body starts to slowly decay
Little by little in it’s paralyzed state.

Wanting…
Waiting…
Disappearing into the darkness from where it once it hid.
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Just an older poem from last year. I thought I had it up here before.