My Darkness Beckons

The darkness is calling me, I can hear the whispers in the wind, I can feel it. The tremors of unknow lust grabs and my soul, pulling, tugging and circling me like hunted prey. My attempts at resistance are futile, useless and worthless. A cancerous treachery of sin that succumbs my mind, taking me places where I need to go. I don’t have to ask nor wonder, it controls where to take me, it knows my hunger and feeds me like a starving animal. At times, it’s a quiet darkness but not tonight, tonight it’s a thundering roar that is waiting for its meal. It’s never satisfied, only hidden until the next rush of darkness arises within my deranged mind. The mental and physical cravings wait to be fed, I wonder what the next meal will be.