Haunted

Haunted by the wraiths of long ago. Plucking at the edges of your sanity. Reminding you of your faults, how simple and weak you are. Delighting as you believe them again. 

You know they are not there, this is how the nightmare goes. Logically you can stop it at any time, you have the key. Somehow you have slipped once again into the abysmal dark. Just giving up, accepting it in the end.

Despair engulfing the entirety of what’s known. Broken and alone is what you’re destined to be. Eyes grow distant as you disappear inside your crumpled heart. That which is longed for, never to begin.