Dark and sticky creep they from the corners of my mind
Sneaking, slinking, inching, edging
Torturing each waking hour.

Creeping over, slowly crawling, covering my matter gray
Leaving nothing golden, bright.
Joy relentlessly erased.

Tangled in each wrinkle, oozing slime within each fold.
Growing longer with each heartbeat
Squeezing out all hope of day.

Increasing strength, these fingers black, tightly gripping
Tangled, twisted, barbed and piercing
Stealing all my life away.

Every heartbeat guaranteeing yet again more breath
Every breath a dreaded promise
Of tormented life continued.

Dark and sticky creep they from the corners of my mind
Jeering at my hopeless sorrow,
Laughing at my tears unending

The tentacles so entwined, inside out and all around
No clue to the cerebrum once inside the skull
Only fingers, black and sticky, wreaking pain and despair
The promise only of life in disrepair.