Chilling, dark, and sinister...

Chilling, twisted darkness with sinister intent,

no time to argue exactly what was meant.

Recently, something in you snapped and bent,

and if nothing changes you’ll never again feel content.

Chilling.

Launch a swift attack,

or you’ll never have a chance to fight back.

There’s no one else who can pick up the slack,

so it’s up to you if you ever bounce back.

Dark.

To engage the enemy you can’t see,

there’s no place you can hide for safety.

There’s never any certainty,

but no time to tread carefully.

Sinister.

It’s an internal war,

a battle without the blood and gore.

Still, you won’t return to who you were before,

but no one else will understand this metaphor.