In The Darkness

In the Darkness, holding tight,

She sits alone,

Behind steel doors

Past windowless Walls

Playing at Madness

A thousand miles removed

From Smiles and Sunlight,

From Comfort and Touch.

Shadows come from Her mouth

To dance upon the Walls,

To surround Her.

They fly from Her lips

To wrap tightly about Her.

Breathing, She draws them in,

Expelling more with every breath,

Choking more with every breath.

Darker grow the Shadows

As Darker grows Her Soul.

Tighter do the Shadows hold Her.

She is bound to them in Fear,

Comforted in their Desolation,

Assuaged by the Promise of Destruction.

Poison taints the Air

Miasma taints the Woman,

And All is trapped inside the Walls,

All is trapped inside Her Heart.

Pain reflects Itself and magnifies; It Breeds,

Filling the windowless room,

Darkening Her sight

Swallowing Her breaths.

Desperation grows apace with Desolation.

Inconsolable, She cries,

Feeling Her Death within,

Wishing for It without,

Too frightened to do more

Than struggle for another breath.

She feels Herself as she Disappears,

Feels the Meaning slip from Her grasp,

Watches, Powerless, as She fades away,

Becoming the Shadows of Her own Sorrow.

She welcomes Her Loss,

Looks with Hope to the Emptiness,

Thinking that in the End

The Pain will stop

And finally, blessedly,

Nothing will Matter.

Gasping in the drawing Shadows,

Sobbing in Her Soul for Peace,

She pulls tighter, closer, smaller,

Willing Herself to be Gone.

Instead She is amazed to Find

Another Tear running down Her cheek,

Another Hope running through Her mind.

Touching the wetness, She curses,

Knowing true the Horror of Humanity:

That Suffering has no limit,

And not the Mercy to Destroy Her.

By Succubus