It never goes away

I had for long being mourning

Then it came without warning

Santa managed to bring

Christmas gift early in spring

Played so much with the toy

Sucked out all energy and joy

Oh, it used to be like leaven

Could transport me to heaven

Sadly now it's the inverse

It's calamity, it's a curse

Like an installed parasite

Deadly ill I can not fight

Oh, it never goes away

Always standing on my way

Ya, for anything I say

And in every verse I stray

I sit down still and watch

Frozen time on the watch

The addiction is so inure

I can't even wish the cure

Close my eyes, it's inside

Outer illusions aside

A snowflake nightmare

It's a plague, it's everywhere

Bob was invisible

Am I even here? - Said Bob to himself

With a silent voice he couldn't quite hear

He looks at the mirror: nothing but a blur

He tries to talk to people: no one hears

Then he yells: no one reacts

So when alone, he swells

Like an angry banished demon

Tears down portraits from the walls

Breaks the glasses of the windows

Am I really invisible?! Just a ghost?

Sometimes I feel they can hear me whisper!

Yet, all it does is bother them...

Finally, Bob hides 

So that no one can see him anyway

But I am sure I must exist! - insists Bob

Dismal figure, poor little boy

I saw someone seeing me once!

Therefore, visible I must be

Or was it just a delusion 

Of my desire to finally be seen?

But if I could project someone that sees me

Then I could also project myself

And finally, see the Bob-me

Still, I can not project me

So...no!, a projection it cannot have been

Thus, invisible I cannot be

But then...why does no one see me?

Well, what Bob didn't know was that 

 He was one of those rare materials

Which only under dark-light would shine

And without it, it was just a shapeless spectrum

Imperceptible, inconspicuous, invisible