Irrational Fear

Something courses within my spirit; Fear burrows so deep and clandestine it shadows from perception. Its companion is Irrationality. These few days has eaten me alive. But it's always like that - the fear of poison, that thing that consumes your vitality, day by day, minute by minute, of every waking moment you know there is no cure, no hope, no nothing. Fear saturates every fiber of the self; every shiver from deep within, invisible perspirations line the neck.

Irrationality courses with Fear, each hand-in-hand, crafting illusions of death and depression. Irrationality damns reason and alternates reality. It seeps within the crevices of consciousness, always whispering hollow damnation; always lining a sliver of hope with blood.

When both conjoin their lust for madness, it fuels an irrevocable paranoia. What if? What if? Could it? Would it? Irrational longings for death; fear of life. It's so simple. Just that invisible demon coursing through your veins. It's so small. Just that one fiend to ruin all.

I pray. I pray for wellness. I pray for warmth. I pray for a negation.