The darkness has come,
It threatens to surround me.
I cannot fight,
I cannot win.
It lays its black body over me,
Taking me in.
Its dark, inky limbs stretch around me.
They curl around my arms,
My legs,
My chest,
They tighten like an iron grip,
Leaving no room for me to escape.
The pressure becomes too much;
It crushes my chest.
I gasp a plea,
But the Ink Monster disagrees.
The grip is tightened,
It’s limbs poking and prodding my skin.
The ink is injected,
My skin is broken.
Blood and ink are mixed together.
The monster is inside of me,
I can feel its power.
Its job is almost done.
A pain, more painful than fire,
Weaves its way through my blood.
I am colder now,
Colder than ice.
I feel the trail of the Ink Monster,
Freezing under my skin.
I can’t handle it anymore.
I don’t want to die!
I scream in agony,
As I beg the ice and the ink,
To please leave me.
My attempts are ignored.
The ice is holding me down,
I cannot move anymore.
Covered in darkness,
I whimper a prayer.
I beg for lightness,
A freeing escape.
My eyes droop closed,
My lids turn black.
So much darkness,
I cannot find,
A single hope,
To help me survive.
Light explodes,
And my lids flash red.
My eyes flutter open,
To reveal a warm fire.
It is my saviour,
It is my life.
The warm fire laces itself,
Through the ink and over my body.
It does not hurt,
Like the ice.
It brings me comfort,
It makes me feel alive.
A war rages on,
As the light fights the dark.
The Ink Monster squawks,
The hideous sound,
Is pushed to the back,
As I ignore and stand with the light.
Suddenly the ice cracks,
And my body is filled with warmth.
The fire caresses me,
Promising me another chance.
I leave this world of darkness,
And open my eyes once more.
