Post by blackmage on Feb 1, 2012 17:42:28 GMT -5
Darkness came to me yesterday and told me to turn on the light.
I couldn’t decide if he was a friend or enemy, being truthful or sincere.
I just stared at’em.
“What?!?” I asked.
“Turn on the light,” he responded.
The bastard was as slick as a shadow and as heavy as depression. Mama told me to watch out for him because you can’t ever see what he’s hidin’. Daddy said he’s always gonna be there but he ain’t always your friend.
I just stared at’em.
“What?!?” he asked.
“You know what? I’m so tired of having you in my life. I’m so tired of your crap! I’m tired of your secrets and lies.” I responded.
He giggled before me and eased even closer, “So whatcha’ afraid of?” His breath smelled like dusk and his voice was gloom. He wouldn’t back away.
“Turn on the light.” He commanded.
I didn’t do anything. I looked at the darkness, eased back half a step and… and… I didn’t do nothing.
I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to quit… so it makes me not want to start anything... anything at all.
I miss yesterday; I miss her so much. I’m so dang tired… I'm just SO dang tired, but it seems that darkness doesn’t care.
He pushes even closer to me forcing my back against the wall; I refuse to let my back touch the wall. There’s nowhere to run from him.
“What..?” he asks as a stern command for an answer.
I won’t allow my tears to fall and I have no courage to stand strong. I curse him with my thoughts and answer him with my silence. He pushes against me again reminding me that he’s everywhere getting stronger while I’m nowhere… while I’m nothing and getting weaker.
He giggles again and merely blows against my skin.
I jump away from him slamming into the wall only to feel the sharp pain of a switch pressing into my shoulder.
CLICK!!
The brightness stings for a second as the darkness fades instantly.
He wasn’t my friend and he wasn’t my enemy.
He was me…
and he knew what I needed.
I couldn’t decide if he was a friend or enemy, being truthful or sincere.
I just stared at’em.
“What?!?” I asked.
“Turn on the light,” he responded.
The bastard was as slick as a shadow and as heavy as depression. Mama told me to watch out for him because you can’t ever see what he’s hidin’. Daddy said he’s always gonna be there but he ain’t always your friend.
I just stared at’em.
“What?!?” he asked.
“You know what? I’m so tired of having you in my life. I’m so tired of your crap! I’m tired of your secrets and lies.” I responded.
He giggled before me and eased even closer, “So whatcha’ afraid of?” His breath smelled like dusk and his voice was gloom. He wouldn’t back away.
“Turn on the light.” He commanded.
I didn’t do anything. I looked at the darkness, eased back half a step and… and… I didn’t do nothing.
I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to quit… so it makes me not want to start anything... anything at all.
I miss yesterday; I miss her so much. I’m so dang tired… I'm just SO dang tired, but it seems that darkness doesn’t care.
He pushes even closer to me forcing my back against the wall; I refuse to let my back touch the wall. There’s nowhere to run from him.
“What..?” he asks as a stern command for an answer.
I won’t allow my tears to fall and I have no courage to stand strong. I curse him with my thoughts and answer him with my silence. He pushes against me again reminding me that he’s everywhere getting stronger while I’m nowhere… while I’m nothing and getting weaker.
He giggles again and merely blows against my skin.
I jump away from him slamming into the wall only to feel the sharp pain of a switch pressing into my shoulder.
CLICK!!
The brightness stings for a second as the darkness fades instantly.
He wasn’t my friend and he wasn’t my enemy.
He was me…
and he knew what I needed.
Just Kidding. He IS pretty good isnt he?
