An Ill Brain

Akin to a liquid,
Slowly enveloping its prey,
Swiftly becoming
Now too late,
Darkness claws,
Slashes wounded facades,
But all one can do
Is watch,
Nothing more,
No one entity can liberate,
Least while it consumes,
No longer knowing oneself
Is one of its rules,
Fear clenches those around,
It seeps into those who see,
Those who bear witness
Step away,
Turning a blind eye
To the insanity,
Erratically,
All doth be swell,
High in the clouds
Of acceptance,
Of undoubtable energy,
Til the turbulance drops,
Gloom returns,
Bringing along crimson scars
Painted with therapeautic lies,
'It'll be okay',
Or so they say,
Deathly infection continues,
Never-ending,
Not until the Grim speaks thy name.