The Dark Things (part II)
The Dark Things had not yet unveiled these bitter stabs or burning tears, this raw, numbing pain that life entails that aged me far beyond my years. Within my ears they mute the sounds and twist dark truths to torture me. My laughter muffled, muzzled, drowned beneath the waves, I suffocate eternally. Swallow now, I feel their claws lodged deep within my throat, I gargle blood, my voice is raw and broke; to suffering their souls devote. Within the pores within my bones The Darkness binds and seals my fate. To contemplate the grave unknowns (I ache) is a task sure to debilitate. Behind my eyes they stain each scene with shades of black and grave-stone grey; this withered space, this frail seventeen has lost her mind and heart and way.
