Invisible enimies

My horns are locked in a viscous tug of war with an apparition that doesn't have an appearance in his attemps to sabotaged my i life i forget that i can fight then remember i swing it disappears then reappears when im  in the middle of bliss.
So i disfigure my fist constantly swinging at nothing pissed at the air that i struggle with. Tryna give the invisible strings attached to us a grip my hands keep touching the tips of my finger so its a stale mate. I just stare into blink space wishing i could hit it and ask it how the pain taste cause mines worst and if im cursed dealing with the forces then my minds work defines worth cuz im still in this bitch so fuck you i am war it could get rough the second i can figure out how to touch you.
Your not safe.