She

She...awaits in the dark,
with...dark intents at heart;
heartfelt on being the end of me.
Me, myself, and I are prey to vicious anxiety.
Anxious thoughts strike in the morning and night,
nightly terrors grip me before I can wake.
Awakening to confusion, frustration, and fear.
Fear is her abuse that she uses so well,
and well is what I never feel when she is near.
I’m nearing nothingness because nothing is what I now have,
except for having trepidation that lasts forever, while hope never lasts.
She has lasting assaults, aggression, assails, and attacks.
Attached to me, she leeches and drains and devours my spirit.
Not even spirits can save me from her
hurtful temptations and evil whispering.
Whispers of doubt in my ears, doubts that cause wild clouds.
A clouded judgment downpours; black skies forever.
For every time she visits, she takes.
Taking away my joy, stealing my happiness, robbing my peace.
Pieces of a kid are all that’s left; a shattered man at best.
I’ve been bested by a huntress and blessed with bleakness.
Bleak to hope, her poisonous words are my greatest weakness.
I’m too weak to escape myself.
Myself, me, and I just want to die.
Dying provides hope for escape
because escapades turn to torpor with her there.
They’re never going to understand, so I can’t get help.
But help is all I wish for now.
Now, I don’t even know if I can fight back,
back against the wall, my light fades to black.