The darkness claims your mind again, a wealth of hidden angst and pain. Bipolar madness takes the reins, the ship of memories surges, strains. The mood swings down into a well, you then withdraw into your shell. The panic grips and sweat erupts, your mental peace of mind disrupts. You struggle now to take a breath, and battle you with thoughts of death. But then the pills begin to work, before you flip and go berserk. Recedes the dark from whence it came, leaving the hell of guilt and shame.