Slave To The Blackness

The blackness;

Thick and oppressive,

Cold and void of all that is pure and clean

 

Like a horrid gaping maw

Hungry and ready to devour 

Even the dimmest of light

Shining within us

 

Sinister and malevolent

As it washes over and slowly swallows the light

That illuminates all that is righteous and true.

 

Poisonous and vile, 

Permeating and festering

As if born in the bowels of evil itself, 

Hollow cries of abhorrence and loathing

Echo lost within the ebony abyss.

 

Dark madness

Oozing and penetration

Even the slightest of openings made available

By the tiniest breaks in ones emotional defenses,

And infecting all it touches like the plague.

 

Like a sordid petulant Fiend

Stalking its victim

Ready to pounce at any sign of weakness

And taking control of our sense of reason and sanity

 

Feeding off our own insecurities and doubts,  

And turning us into emotional slaves

To the dark force called “jealousy”.

Reviews

[Lorry]

How you can make such harrowing words and thoughts so beautiful and coherent in this piece is beyond me. It leaves me thinking that worst there is a voice that has saw into the precipice and seen the worst we as a species have to offer, yet knowing that it is a darkness that has enveloped you and you are determined not to let your voice be lost. This is a perfect example of how consumed we can become, yet never notice until it is too late. Brilliant write.