I've been down here for quite a while. The darkness here is consuming. I feel like I'm in the belly of a beast. A fierce beast that digests slowly. The longer I stay, the more I become one with the dark. Is this how I'll go down? Maybe, it could be a necessary evil.
*Snap* *crackle* *pop* my bones cry out at all my movements. It hurts but I have to get out. Deep breath, try to stretch, it still hurts, I can feel my bones grinding and wearing away. Soldier on; no pain, no gain.
I've become accustomed to the dark. I see it, it sees me, I feel it, I smell it, I can almost taste it. It's void and silent, but when you've had to stare at it for long enough, it gets loud and dense; Just banging against your chest.
I'm up now, my scars are still fresh, I feel the breeze beating down on them, my bones; still crying. My thoughts are a mess. I can only think about revenge. It's best served cold, and as cold as I feel on the inside, it'll be the perfect revenge.
Looking up, the night sky is as dark as can be, as dark as my thoughts,as dark as my heart.
"The climb is a long one, I should just wait for help." Says me to myself. "Forget help, they'll ridicule you for this. They'll ridicule you for being human and falling." Says myself to me. I should have been dead by now, I've lost so much, but to others, I've lost nothing.
What the hell is my heart pumping? Is it beating at all? It's clear to see, I'm not the same anymore. My rage is my heart, the darkness is my blood, revenge is my drive.
I promise you, when I get out; you will pay.
