HE

The story that I am about to start,
Tells a tale of a coal black heart,
Non-existing whispers were the first sign,
Sending cold air down my spine,
At night it was hard to breathe,
I felt his presence lying beneath,
His name whispered in my ear,
My body was overcome with fear,
His cold breath fell upon my skin,
The darkness was consuming me from within,
He entered my body and took control,
At that moment he devoured my soul,
With a touch he turned my heart black,
Taking any life I had to fight back,
Placing a gun against my head,
Forcing my body to lie down on my bed,
Laughing repeatedly and making the moment linger,
I almost had hope until he pulled the trigger.