Firm in its grasp
The monster rages, again
Lurking inside
The formless darkness, within.
It’s never quite silent,
And never quite sound,
It’s always just lurking
To drag us right down.
It’s just so overwhelming
As we can barely breathe,
Fighting for nothing,
With no possible reprieve.
So the monster, its got us
We are deep, in its clutch
We try, to break free
But are locked, by its touch.
Hat Tip: “The Monster Inside” by Sarah Langton