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The Call of the Dark
I stare at the hills,
Watching the darkness swirl.
It’s so thick I can almost grasp it,
but just thin enough that it slips through my fingers.
I’ve given up trying to run from it,
It whispers in my ears and whistles in my teeth.
I feel it eating at my flesh,
I feel it licking at my wounds.
A darkness so insidious,
Rolling over the hills in slow moving waves.
It beckons me with promises,
I follow mindlessly.
I claw at my skin,
Trying to get its remnants out of every pore.
It’s always right under my skin,
Pushing its way upward and taking me with it.
The darkness,
He calls.
I hurt,
We hurt.
Watching the darkness swirl.
It’s so thick I can almost grasp it,
but just thin enough that it slips through my fingers.
I’ve given up trying to run from it,
It whispers in my ears and whistles in my teeth.
I feel it eating at my flesh,
I feel it licking at my wounds.
A darkness so insidious,
Rolling over the hills in slow moving waves.
It beckons me with promises,
I follow mindlessly.
I claw at my skin,
Trying to get its remnants out of every pore.
It’s always right under my skin,
Pushing its way upward and taking me with it.
The darkness,
He calls.
I hurt,
We hurt.
Published 5th Jun 2024
Author's Note
When your mind sounds like darkness personified, it begs for your suffering, and in turn, its own.
(Yes the title is a Star Wars reference.)
(Yes the title is a Star Wars reference.)
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