In the darkest reaches of my mind his loyal companion lurked, It crouched and stretched it's many talons preparing to pounce, After one fleeting moment it sprang from its hind legs sinking it's fangs of darkness into my very soul, Tearing the purity out of my very being and crushing it as you would an eggshell. Dooming me to fall into an never ending hole of anguish, forever loathing, and pain like no other. Slowly, ever so slowly corruption pushed me deeper and deeper into a pool of dark thoughts and memories, ******* out all the good and leaving me with nothing but the cold marshes of my most darkest and gut-wrenching secrets. He had come for me, the Reaper himself. Damning me to the depths of hell, for my ignorance and impurity of self. I was cursed to fall forever never knowing what was to happen or what was happening,
Leaving me in confusion and sadness......
And Death.
This is my hell...What's yours?
I was going through all of my old poetry and found this and thought, Why not?