"Creeping Death"

At first all that exists is a blank state of confusion and shock, once that fades comes a tremendous amount of anger and pain, the anger is fleeting but the pain lingers long afterward, like a phantom pain in a lost limb. Every so often one succombes to dark fits of rage and depression, the only light is lost inside what is unattainable. Constant reminders of all past failings and old situations haunt every waking moment and destroy all good dreams. Memories take on a n evil feel and become hard to hold on to and what remains is nothing like the original. One has nothing but pale hopes and thoughts. Constant dissapointment rules all sense of one's existance, and doubt plagues one awake or asleep. Out side of the immediate is the sense of urgency and impetus that continues to drive one forward. One doesnt understand the force or the reason, and cant comprehend the ending but feels like there is some sort of plot that is unfolding and one becomes torn between the past and wanting to move forward. unable to open the sarcophogas yet seeking its security and safety. Such is one's pain.