My world falls like a guillotine blade,
Falls head over heels into The Darkness,
Into the pitch black seclusion,
Where you feel the eyes watching,
Yet you are always alone.
It's like falling into a pool of water,
Sweet welcoming tendrils of blackness,
That tenderly cradle me like a babe,
Its voice rich with enticing madness,
Dripping its poisoned honey in my ears.
“You are mine now.” The Darkness says,
I want to struggle, I want to flee,
Yet its voice is so sweet, so loving,
I melt into its embrace, unable to fight,
I cannot see The Darkness smile, but I know it does.
“Do not struggle, do not flee,
It is no use, a futile gesture,
You can go through the motions,
You can try to fight, it matters not,
Go ahead, I dare you, try and escape.”
I let my head loll to the side,
I can see a way home, a door to the light,
I try to move, but my body feels like sand,
The Darkness chuckles softly,
Its voice is sickening, yet satisfying.
“What are you doing? Run! Go! Get Out!
Run! Run! Run! My little pet!
You can't, can you? And you know why,
You know why you can't run to the light,
Why you can't run from me.”
“I am you, you are me,
One in the same, completely inseparable,
I exist in the deepest pits of your heart,
In the deepest pits of your mind,
At the very core of your soul.”
“Can you escape?
The answer is 'No,'
It is absolutely impossible, stupid, hopeless,
Because you are THE DARKNESS!
And you cannot escape . . . yourself . . .
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