Hiding place

Today I awoke and felt like a knot,
Devoid of reason and ill-begot,
It grew unallayed with fresh torment,
It knew no mercy, nor how to relent.

The hours grew into one restless thirst,
Invading my veins and threatening to burst,
It was stripped of sense, completely bizarre,
Like an old wound agape, allowing no scar.

It weighed on my breath, dark and pure,
It had no design, but I knew the cure,
I reached for a hand, a sweet embrace,
And drowned the demon in my hiding place