Invisible setdown

Negative thoughts are eating my soul.
Bit by bit.
It's screaming.
Transparent blood pouring out of me.
Pouring out of my mouth.
Every exit.
It pours out.
Slowly.
Tenderness embracing me when it's over.
Phlegm.
I can't feel anything.
It's over.
Half of my soul is gone.
I don't have the spark.
No burst of feelings.
Can it really not happen?
Weird to think about.
And scary.
Squeazing,
Venom pain in my hands.
Stabbing me in my foot.
Telling me to let it out.
But I have lost my spark,
I have lost half of my soul.
Stabbing me harder.
Stop!
Can't you see?
Stop.
Venom going back in.
Sucking into my heart again.
Coldness prevails me.
Venom sucked.
Feelings hidden.
Spark missing.
Burst vanished.
I can't let it out.
Hurts like hell.
Like a burning hell.