Drama poem

With drama we see nothing but pain and hatred. Where there are no winners, no victors, no happiness. Where there is no prize to be won. Where everyone turns into a demonic monster that no one thought they could become. Where darkness and depression come into play with its full unmerciful power. Where the dark nights spent crying alone we begin to get used to. Where everyone can't seem to keep their demon inside. Where all's minds begin to spiral out of control and we don't recognize it. Where time begins to seem like it's slowing down as our minds stall out of the sky like wingless birds. Where the demon begins to take over our body, our soul, our minds. Where our souls begin to weep greatly. Where the demonic voices in our head never stops and only gains more power and control as we weaken. Where we all fall into a state of true madness. It's where the only winning move is to not move at all.