Two black tears

Two black tears fall down,
Gently down,

I hear them echo as the fall,

The sound shatters through this realm,

Tearing a hole in reality,

A hooded figure comes forth from hell,

Shrouded in death like garb,

Commanding fear with complete totality,

In his hand an unearthly barb,

Sharp and twisted,

So shiny the gleam,

I opened my mouth,but dared not scream,

For his presence brought both terror and relief,

Should he take me,I'd be willing to follow in my belief,

To ascend into the darkness and be consumed by the emptiness there,

But to my surprise he beckoned not,

We stood motionless in the thick air that his presence brought,

Though I saw no face,

I felt the coldness of his stare,

As if waiting for my mind to comprehend,

Then reaching out,

He offered me the dagger in his hand,

As I grasped at the hilt he drew closer,

Now the stagnant room grew hostile,

An invisible fire igniting,

As my mind turned a blur,

His offer seemed inviting,

Steadying my body and drawing back the knife,

I studied this angel of the night,

His intentions now felt vile,

Without another moments hesitation,

I plunged the blade into it's bloody destination,

Feeling ribs cracking as it entered,

Over and over again,

With each stab I recentered,

Into a frenzy I began,

The blood gushing out covered the haft,

Causing it to slip and my hand to receive a gash,

That couldn't stop me from carrying out this deed,

At last I was fulfilling an unsuppressable need,

Anger contained for far too long,

Came bubbling out,

Overflowing and strong,

Until at last I took repose,

Life draining from my body as my spirit rose,

The angel of death had come for me,

But only at my own hand could I be free.