Venting so hard rn

The virus spreads each passing hour within me, it feels as if it tortures the soul it captured. Uncomfortable of telling anything to any soul I keep it all to myself, my mind going through multiple stages of emotions, my body aching for the whatever the virus wants as it suffers the consequences. The soul being corrupted evermore as it tries to go to the light it always wants to lay in, unable to move the gravity before it in the darkness it lays, as the mind tries to escape such insanity the user holds. May the soul escape from the sloth it got captured in.