Literature
My Hope is my Light
Flee
My only thought
All others blocked out
Shadows snapping at my heels
I run, terrified
of being swallowed
Darkness creeps after me
slow and heavy
Drooling at scented fear
My helplessness
I wade through this mire of my own creation
Innermost feelings, black and musty
full of hatred, spite, and lies
My tears fueling their pleasure
So happy at my despair
Darkness whips forward a tendril of loathing
and I fall
Coated in the tar of my shame
I scream
It laughs, a hateful, wrong sound
that twists my very being
Eyes opaque orbs
I lay as my darkness reclaims me
Whispering sweet poison into my ears
My mind an unfocused photog