Sadness

Sadness lurks on a soul equal to taking
a hit of essence. It leisurely appears up
till it strikes all at the same time. The
individual collapses emotionally and
physically. Can't help but to ride it out.
This potion is just too enduring to snap
out of. As much as the mentality and
mortal part struggle to break loose it
gets worse. Subsequently the body and
soul fall into a deep sleep, retain delirious
speculations or lethargy, is bare as in death.
The living wakes to be misled on what has
happened. Everything is a blur, universe is
a mystery, yet all things seem to be right
again.