Darkness Fades

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The first months were vile torture. Every moment of every day I thought of death and despaired. I intuitively knew that death was here, waiting around the next dark alley corner to
execute me. My dreams also told me that death was near, and my experiences screamed that it was here.

Submitted: December 29, 2011

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The first months were vile torture. Every moment of every day I thought of death anddespaired. I intuitively knew that death was here, waiting around the next dark alley corner to execute me. My dreams also told me that death was near, and my experiences screamed thatit was here. I cried many times during those three months, with no one to console me. The only comfort came from those who knew nothing of my situation. None knew what I had done to get myself into this predicament. Society never spoke of it and those who loved me wereweary of it.

There was a quaking in the natural air of places I went. The three tormenters, thedemons, followed everywhere, thickening the atmosphere. My dark counterparts uttered decaying prose and confusion, inserting thoughts into my mind, and leaving me with nothing but the unnatural. They left me with the unnatural thoughts, motives, longing for darkness,and mostly, the desire for freedom. I can recall one night that was so stained, that I almost lost control completely. It’s a strange place to be in, when you are so afraid of your own mind that you don’t know what to do, where to go, or who to talk to.

Poetry was a way for me to release the heavy burden brought on by my sin. Thispoem describes my nightmares and sometimes deluded thoughts that crossed overinto my tormenting reality:

I lie awake at night, frozen from a dream,

The massacrer is coming for me,

Overtaken with fear, I try to scream.

No noise comes from me but the foreboding silence.

The silence forewarns my death and of the killer,

He swiftly comes to my bedside and my revolting mutation begins.

Daylight was my hope and the nighttime was my sin. Dark figures in the park keptme interested, challenging me to be discerning. Stealing my intuition away, the massacrer came swiftly to my side. He called me into the night world, asking me questions of thesupernatural, and our relationship. From the moment I encountered this first glimpse ofdarkness, I knew I was in complete danger. The first glimpse never revealed his true form,but I knew I was facing evil.

At first glance, the haunter stole away my God given ability to discern, leaving mewith poor ability to reason through manipulation and lies. Every night I walked through the park, he would come out of the shadowy bushes and trees and walk with me. Enveloped with fear, I played the part of the courageous heroine as well as I could. Without much experience with this type of darkness, I was plummeted straight into the depths of hell with no hope of redemption. His presence was enticing yet the vilest thing I’ve ever experienced in a spiritual sense.

This form of darkness was like nothing I’d ever seen or experienced. Ourconversations were sickly sweet at first, with hidden motives. Even now after all of this has passed, I don’t understand him. I gave him life, but all he gave me was false hope. With no way to discern his lies, he led me straight into the darkest corner of the park, secretly hoping to destroy me.

The affliction of the disease left me craving more. I followed temptation from thedarkness and straight into the unknown. The feeling of the affliction was akin to amethamphetamine addict’s dopamine level in the brain. Somehow it made me feel good, yet it was like the pleasure was fake and somehow, I foolishly interpreted it as the reality I wanted.The feeling of losing control was something that I faced daily. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined what it would feel like to be a slave to a demented mind. Inever knew it would be this dark and hopeless.

Sorrow was not far from the demented place I walked through. Every night the haunter beckoned me to his side; to the park. On the nights I didn’t go and could resist him, I drove aimlessly through the darkness. It was as though there wasn’t a moon or any stars to light the night sky. The darkness was unsettling and it left me craving more.By day I led anormal life as a simple white collar worker and by night I was somehow awakened inside by some unknown force. The unknown force gave me a sharper mind and faster reflexes, and the feeling of invincibility.


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