Evil Spirits

Turning light into dark.

As if extinguishing a beautiful flame burning brightly. 

Only leaving the remnants of what used to bring warmth and joy... Possessed. 

Holding your mind hostage.

Caging the one tool needed to set you free.

Manipulation becomes your game, lies become your language.

Masking yourself from what's most important, 

Creating a facade of functionality and happiness, 

So that others look past the glare in your eyes. 

Not knowing that behind that glare is an empty soul crying for help.

However, that voice has been stripped away. 

Silenced by the spirits.

It controls your body. 

Your movements are staggered, your speech becomes incoherent.  

To those around you, you are unrecognizable. 

It's heartbreaking to watch as you allow this thing to take over. Knowing that God has made you stronger than any weapon formed against you... 

Somehow this slipped in. 

With every top you tap, every seal you cracked, and every twist of a cap... 

You gave it power.