As this darkness consumes
more pain and frustration resumes
the constant negotiation
to use the detonation
to end my life or remove the knife
or wait for the light
that I so desperately desire
cleanse me of the darkness
that consumes and destroys
that courses through my veins
like venom from the cobra
that has latched onto me
like the vice grip of an anaconda,
squeezing my soul to deterioration and strangulation.
The darkness laughs and whispers
with the sound screeching and feasting on the pain
there's a wall that keeps it out
i cringe at the thought
what happens if it breaks through