Questioning worth, as though it’s nothing.
Scenarios running wild, breaking down further.
Each one reinforces the thought.
Never letting go,
It drags its victims to the depths of hell.
The intense inferno of hate burns the mind.
While clawing the way to the surface,
It begins to chase.
Making it out isn’t better as the threat approaches,
Yet it is in the past now.
The sky is grey, about to let loose.
Coming from below, the fiend grabs its target,
Holding it completely still.
The liquid pours, yet it burns and pelts the skin.
The monster, from within, is doing this.
This rain isn’t ordinary, it’s far more fatal.
The prey is caught within a mercury storm,
Which doesn’t let up until the demon is killed.