You can't see it
Yet, you let it consume you.
It latches onto your soul
refusing to let go.

Shredding, ripping, and tearing
you up inside.
Leaving you completely empty.
A shell of who you used to be.

Gone. Emptied. Drained. Shattered.
Left in a broken mess on the floor.
Consumed by the very thing that
haunts your dreams. Fear itself.