My spirit strains - a thread pulled thin and long, 
‎Unseen, unending, drawn from deep inside.
‎Feels like i'm stabbed in solar plexus and the blade 
‎Is getting pulled out nauseatingly slow.
‎These ectoplasmic strings pulled with a force that lingers... 
‎Who grabbed my soul with cruel claws and fingers 
‎My body resonates with echo of ache 
‎Endure, endure it for you know who's sake
A pain resides where light should fill the core, 
‎Blade is unseen, yet deeply planted there. 
‎It slowly twists... what does it looking for? 
‎My soul's already caught in endless snare. 
Unseen and endless, threads of ghostly white, 
‎Reach out from wound and tug me to the void. 
‎My soul unravels in deceptive light, 
‎And everything I am now gets destroyed. 
‎Invisible strings, like gossamer thin lines, 
‎Extend and stretch, pulled outward, one by one. 
Being of mine cries, struggles and declines, 
‎Leaving a husk beneath the waning sun. 
‎This constant torment makes my vision bleak 
‎Oh to pull them out at once and finally be free!