Day 1 still

Dying in this emptiness, being swallowed me and my fear. I am in the bag and the dementor is breathing me in to get high. To get power off my weakness. My mind fast becoming a hollow bloody mess. Halluncinations of horror becomming my eye's reality as I am slammed into this glueless nightmare. Save me. I can't save myself. I never will be able to. Rescue me from this glueless torture. My happiness depends on you. My feet walk with the fear of being tripped, so they shake anyway. Dying, being swallowed, can't breathe anymore.