The BONES

The Bones: Part I

It was a dark night, the darkest I'd ever seen.
The wind swiftly blew past me.
I ran along the pavement barely breathing,
my lungs were ready to retire and leave me for dead.
I needed to find the light.
I saw it, brighter than anything I'd ever set my eyes upon but I didn't feel worthy in enough to reach for it and grasp it with both hands.

I coughed and coughed some more, my legs were tired i could barely walk,
my eyes felt heavy like two bowling balls,
I couldn't take any more pain but I couldn't give up either.
If I gave up I would have lost the point,
my whole story, my mission it would've been worthless.
I could hear my soul screaming crying for help,
my heart imploding like a millennial firework and my spirit tormented by this unfortunate situation.

I was almost there, I could taste it, I could smell it.
The satisfaction I sorely needed, the warm it gave me and the comfort it seemed to provide was unlike anything I'd experienced,
I was obsessed.
At some point the truth seemed blurred, how did I get here, why did I feel alone, why was my obsession getting the best of me.

The end seemed inevitable, I had run out of solutions,
my obsession would be the end of me.
Before I could reach for it, the light,
it faded,
I had lost a sense of who I was, what I had done to get here,
I had dug my own grave and to some extent I enjoyed doing it.

My own incompetence had led me here, to my own demise, to this point where I felt unworthy of the light chased,
the light was obsessed with.
Before I knew it the light was gone,
I was in the dark again,
it was peaceful and quiet.

I had become the master of darkness obsessed with the light I was unworthy of.
The Bones had given light to a dark soul and taken it away when needed the Most.
The Bones from my body had been shattered by my obsession.