They reach out from the abyss, once again enslaving me and pulling me down to hell. The cold,
strangling tentacles wrap around my legs, squeezing tighter and tighter,
cutting into me like a surgeon’s scalpel, leaving a floating trail of blood in
our wake.
The blackness rushes
deep into my lungs when I open my mouth to scream and I am drowning. The more I
fight and struggle, the deeper I’m sucked down into the brackish waters of
despair.
My body bucks and spasms,
fighting for survival, but for what? Why survive this nightmare? This motherfucking
nightmare continues to return over and over ripping any semblance of
normalcy from me and leaving me a weak, bruised, and exhausted heap on the
floor. A royal mess of a burden for those I love.
I’m so tired of this
rodeo I’ll never win.
