Short stories (horrors)

Darkness

The darkness, it consumes me, it take over me, it fills me, and there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop it. I am darkness, and yet I don't know how to turn it off. They say I'm dangerous, when I'm not trying to be, but I guess I am. When people aren't careful, it's like something sparks in me and I want to see the blood trickle down their skin, and puddle on the floor. I am dark. I am deep. I can't help it anymore, they are lucky I can hold it together, barely. And I'll tell you now, when the devil asks "Would you like to join the darkness?" because he will, say no. Honestly, I'm scared.