Yellow rain fever

The dark black edifice surfacing in my mind is as 'The Nothing' from 'The Neverending Story.' As it rises to fruition, it eradicates all in its path. Images and memories are stripped away as though they never were. The landscape of my psyche is left barren, scarred, and burnt to its very bones. I can't remember when this even began anymore. I only know what it is now. Emotions run wild. Never settling or standing still. They all claw at my mind as they ceaselessly wage war in an attempt to become dominant. The black edifice rises even still; its peak so high that the clouds obscure its very topmost heights. The sky is charred black with streaks of crimson and deep purple showing through cracks in its surface. The angry clouds swirl around this monumental structure, exchanging bright flashes of intense lightning. Dark winged creatures swarm the structure, swooping and diving at each other. I can hear their shrieks and cries of pain as they attack and devour each other. Many fall and tumble toward the barren wasteland below. I cannot see their faces, only their eyes. They are a bright and brilliant green and they shine like fireflies dancing in an open field. As they fall I can see their lives and their eyes blinking out of existence. This structure is destroying even its own denizens. What hope have I to survive? The ground shakes as this monument to death and destruction ceases its upward movement and stands still. A ghastly anti-light radiates from its peak, sending the demonic circling creatures caterwauling into the unknown darkness that has settled into this world. A cacophony of whispering voices fills my ears, further clouding my thoughts. I can only latch onto words and phrases that seem to beckon me from a past that feels familiar. Is this me? Are these my thoughts? An opening begins to form in the base of the structure. A deep and cavernous black void that calls from its depths. Emotions fail to respond, still struggling to gain control. I lack the sense of foreboding and dread that should cause me to balk. I have no will to survive and no want to die. There is simply the call. I place one foot in front of the other. Yon black edifice hath called me.