GREY GREYER GREYEST

It eats me inside, like a demon in possession. Slowly, slowly, then entirely. Like the black slowly takes me over. Grey, grey, greyer, greyer, black. Blacker. Things just keep getting darker and darker. Slowly takes over me, my being.

I try to tell it leave me alone, I try to fight it. But it never seems to work. It’s too strong – like a demon in possession. Like a virus taking over.

Then again, how do you classify winning a fight and loosing it? How do you know you really won? Could it be possible I win even when I loose?

The demon is back, the demon is here, stronger bigger better than ever.