Analysis of It

It all fades into dark evenings and silences,
then comes crawling back with prominence.
It lives in me , in my thoughts, in moments and all the little pieces of my life
But just doesn't end ...
The constant urge to be with ,
And not to be with.
It lingers and hovers and distracts,
And sits next to me in nothingness.

Inexplicable as it is , it just doesn't end.

It's takes all of me , snatches it all away,
Drop by drop it takes every bit away...where I know not !
It's entangled and entwined,
It obstructs, and strangles ,
Sprawled all over me .

It only ends when it breaks
When I break it .
But how do I do that?