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Darkness

Darkness

My alarm goes off signaling the start of my day.
I reach over to my bedside stand and take a cigarette out of my ashtray.
Light it up and begin smoking it not quite ready to get my aching bones out of bed.
 My girlfriend hates my smoking but whatís the point of being healthy when tomorrow you could be dead?
Every second you live is a second closer to death so I live it up the best I can.
I guess itís time to get up and get ready to go see Ann.
She wants us to get together and to go work on our tan.
At least thatís what she has planned.

I crawl out of bed and drag my body to the bathroom to freshen up.
I brush my teeth, use mouthwash then rinse my mouth out using a cup.
I look at myself in the mirror and notice wrinkles starting to form underneath my tired eyes.
I swear Iíve been starting to get gray hairs ever since Ann convinced me to get baptized.

I make my way to the living room, put on my shoes and throw on a sweat shirt.
Ann texts me to grab her some tampons since sheís began her time of the month and needs one to insert.
The bitch is on her own for that, every time I buy her some she complains they are the wrong kind.
There are so many different brands and types, the ones she wants are always impossible to find.

I text back ďsure babeĒ all the while coming up with an excuse on why I forgot.
A damsel in distress needing my help is my first thought.
 Whatever the reason, she will just have to buy it.
The worst she will do is complain and give me a light hit.
Nothing Iím not use too let me tell you.
Iím convinced one day her face will turn blue
from all the complaining she does about me.
If only she could allow me to be me and let me be.

I open the front door ready to get going to discover the sky to be gray and rain falling hard.
I pull my hood over my head with my soul feeling charred.
This is the third straight day of heavy rain, itís about time for the sun to reappear.
Itís summer time, with good weather I could cook out and drink some ice-cold beer,
but with this rain and overall shitty weather, that kind of fun is impossible.
I guess if I put my mind over matter any dream can be made possible.
However, my hopes, dreams and ambitions have seemed to dry up.
All Iím able to do now is smoke cigarettes and drink heavily out of my painted cup.
Alcohol tastes good and is soothing to the soul,
But so is kicking back, relaxing and firing up a bowl.
Not looking for approval, itís all I can do to keep myself sane.
I think I might be suffering from a slight chemical imbalance in my brain.
Time will tell, yes it will,
since times has a tendency to never stand still.

I begin my short walk to Annís house, a mere few blocks.
Certainly, not a task that will take much time off the clock.
The wind is howling and wiping around strong today.
The sky is becoming a darker and darker gray.

Fall is in the air; the leaves are chancing color and falling from the trees.
I could have sworn it was still summer with the outdoors swarming with mosquitos and bees.
I guess time flies when youíre not paying much attention to it.
I need to work on being more aware and becoming a bit more fit.

A couple blocks into my walk, now I pass by a Dollar General, the one Ann wants me to stop at.
She could use the exercise because if you ask me sheís getting a little fat.
Not being mean, just stating the truth.
Sheís not quite as flexible as she was in her youth.
She would probably kill me if I said that to her.
(Go ahead bitch.)
Wait, what that wasnít my thought I swear.
I might be beginning to lose my mind.
Maybe Ann is correct when she tells me Iím not doing so fine.

An old lady is leaving Dollar General and getting into her car.
I force a smile and say good day since Iím walking by and not too far.
She gives me a look of fear then quickly gets into her car.
Confused, I shake my head thinking ďthat was bizarre.Ē
Next, I walk by a stray cat that crouches low to the ground and hisses at me.
I walk a little too close to it as the cat attacks me and tries to bit me on the knee.
I kick at it and off it goes running away fast.
Everyone seems to be in a grumpy mood with this bad weather forecast.

I finally reach Annís house and make my way up to the front door.
Iím looking forward to getting out of this rain and in a warm bed with my lovely whore.
I knock on the door and wait for Ann to answer.
I knock again impatiently waiting since Iím filled with fire like Prancer.

I open the front door to find Tony mumbling to himself angrily.
He tells me heís tired of all this rain and could jump off a balcony.
He tells me the past three days of heavy rain has him feeling a bit under the weather and not like himself.
I look outside and then back at him confused searching for intel.

The sun is shining bright today, like it has for the past three days and there isnít a cloud to be found in the blue sky.
Iím very concerned for him; I will not lie.
I go to speak to him but stop as I begin to open my mouth.
I stare at him afraid to as much let out a cough.

I see him standing in the kitchen holding a sharp knife.
Iím afraid he might be in a fight for his life.
A dark shadow is standing behind him, holding him close and whispering into his ear.
I have no idea where this shadow came from or how it appeared,
but I have sensed it on Tony for a long time now and always pleaded with him to ask for help,
since he could never shake it and really never tried to on his own.

Tony turns around and looks at me, his eyes void of life and gray.
I sense chaos ravaging his body, mind and soul and urge him to pray.
He looks at me, emotionless not saying a word.
Heís holding the knife tight, I donít dare try to interfere.

The shadow stares at me, his ears a bright red.
Iím overwhelming filled with dread.
The shadow raises his hand and waves to me
as Tony places the knife against his throat
and slits it violently without saying a word.
His lifeless body falls to the ground with a thud.

Blood pours out of his neck as I go to call 9-11Öbut freeze.
Iím so scared now I donít dare to sneeze.
I see Tony spirit facing his demon, defeated.
He has become a victim of the demon; death was not to be cheated.
Tonyís spirit is badly scarred and looks like itís been through a long war.
It appears he will be suffering for eternity now even more.

A man approaches Tony.
He wears a suit with dress shoes and has a long goatee.
A snake is wrapped around his shoulders.
Lucifer.
Lucifer is here in my house.
He looks at me and smiles.
I turn and run out of my house quickly racking up the miles.
Iím never stepping foot back inside the house.
Iíll have to share this decision with my mother and her spouse.
They need to know of the evil that lurks within,
An evil that Iím afraid has caused me to permanently lose my once cheerful grin.
Written by TylerZ (Tyler)
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