there and back again

this darkness swoops down from the sky
rises from the ponds like a morning mist gone bad
surrounds and smothers my thoughts, my airways and my will
it has chewed away at my soul - already tattered beyond recognition
as if a vulture had descended upon my crumpled form
peck, peck, peck
nothing much left
this darkness with no beginning and definitely no end
rips apart my senses and the meaning of life itself
hurricane forces mounting higher
drifting toward the lip of the volcano
ready to erupt and remove the want and the wanted
this darkness taking control of control itself
leaping with flames of destruction
the essence of life slowly succumbing to tragedy