𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Dark.
Empty.
Bottomless.
Pitch black.

I can't see the sky above

The stars have evaporated
They have returned to dust
Died the same way they were born

Exploding.
Boom.

They have flickered out.
One by one.

Until they have completely faded
From our universe

I look away from the sky
I take in my surroundings

I have dug a pit so deep
There is no escaping

I can't find a way out
The dark has consumed every inch
Of this god forsaken place

I try to find something, anything
To climb to the surface

I feel the ground
Rough.
Barren.
And cracked.

I feel the barrier blocking me from everything

I crumble the dirt walls
I kick the rocks
I claw at the roots

The roots.

The roots that once held me together
The roots that I used to cling to
The roots that always seemed to find me

The roots that once tied me to the land
To a place I once called home

They fall apart in my hand
So easily, it feels like nothing but string

I feel my chest loosen.
My breathing eases.
My minds starts to clear.

I have become untethered

Undone.
Unraveled.
Unbound.

Nothing is holding me back.

I'm trapped in a pit

Inky.
Unlit.
Empty.

And alone

But I'm still free

The light cannot reach here
The voices cannot call to me
The air cannot suffocate me
The roots cannot reach me

The darkness is soothing.
Mysterious.
Unknown.
Unsupervised.

I can't help but enjoy the feeling it gives me
As it encloses around me, limb by limb

It raps itself tightly around me

My mind is foggy
My skin is cold
My breath is silent
My words are unsaid
My heartbeat slows

The darkness has become familiar
I feel it growing inside me

Taking me bit by bit
Inch by inch

Fiber by fiber
Till all that is left is hollowness

The darkness is a friend
The Darkness is a vow
The Darkness is a fate I have accepted

The Darkness is my home

-H.R. Larkin