An unpleasant taste sits in the back of my throat,

Clutching to my tonsils it waits,

My stomach acids churn,

In the pit of my chest lurks a feeling,

A black dark thing,

Sticky and cold it clings to my heartstrings,

Behind my eyelids black foreboding thoughts

Are written, I can't hide from them,

This presence that consumes me,

Is it dread, is it doom?

Happy optimistic thoughts purged,

My mind a host to dark wormholes

Of endless gloom,

No happiness here,