The feeling of despair
Like swallowing darkness that lingers and pools deep within your body
The kind of pitch black you only find in the far corner of the room,
Wondering what might be staring back
With a weight so heavy you can’t bear it
But impossible to release.
That voice echoing that you are only your flaws
Invisible hands clouding every thought
Until dawn emerges
And the monsters recede
Ink & Embers 