The darkness consumes me
Thick hands grasp at me
Pulling me down and down
Deeper until I am overwhelmed
Drowning in it's abyss of despair
Black, misery, mental torture
Isolation, desperation
A desperation to escape
Escape from this disease
A desperation to escape
Escape from this evil that is real
The noose is there at my fingertips
I force it down inside me to join the others
Swallowing down my fate
Swallowing down my murderer
Peace, tranquility, serenity
The torment has set me free.
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The Evil that is Real
PoetryThe darkness consumes me Thick hands grasp at me Pulling me down and down Deeper until I am overwhelmed Drowning in the abyss of despair Black, misery, mental agony Isolation, desperation A desperation to escape Escape from this force A desperation...