The poetic darkness.
A comforting safe space. Where you can wallow in your guilt and let it consume you. Slowly. Painfully. You sink slowly. You let it grow bigger. Bolder. Almost monstrous. You think it's a trick of the darkness. But you can't think that forever.
Because you know too well and it isn't outside of you.
It's within you.
This poetic darkness.
It is you.
Darkness.
A comforting space.
Dangerously safe.
But comforting.
The terrifying lure of the darkness.
There are empty dark streets. Unlit. Dead quiet. Sometimes interrupted by the eerie rustling of the leaves to the dancing of the erratic wind. And an ensuing chill.
Footsteps.
Loud.
Louder.
Louder.
Heavier.
Fast.
Faster.
Quick.
Quicker.
Panting.
Heavy.
Heavier.
Quick.
Quicker.
Loud.
Louder.
The streets are dead in this dull darkness.
Despair grows like a stealthy vine. Insidiously.
Where
Where do I go
I can't breathe
I can't move
I want to breathe
Better
I want to move
With ease
Why is it all darkness around me
Where am I
The moon is tired.
And so am I.
But I want to see.
I want to walk.
But you blink.
I cannot see.
But you blink.
I cannot breathe.
But you inhale a miasma of despair and exhale darkness.
It chokes.
That is what miasma does.
Doesn't it?
Why?
Because you refuse to see
I cannot.
Yet you blink.
And you find the moon dull.
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