The familiar feeling.

Be it a heavy mist with the blackest intensity.

It creeps in, without warnings,

And explodes into a viscous darkness.

The overwhelming voices scream inside your head;

A black that spreads and grows but never leaves,

A black that drowns, suffocates, controls, murders.

Sirens fill your mind with tentacles,

Demons gnaw your soul with fangs;

All you can feel is pain,

Ever-lasting, numb pain.

This whole parody is an irony;

For you wish for it to stay,

To torture and kill your sanity.

As when it leaves,

You have nothing left but

A silent emptiness,

Trickling until the next hurricane comes.