Shattered in pieces all across the floor
A battered soul hurt one time too much.
A silky black mire of hopelessness
Slinks in softly, as fog in the night.
Lurking in shadows, approaching swiftly
The first touch is gentle, caressing even
Collecting each gleaming shard.
Then when terror seizes hold, it strikes
Consuming like the fires of hell.
The crystals of soul, once filled with light
Are absorbed in viscous despair.
As the mass surges onward, roil by roil
What remains of the spirit slowly dissolves
Until smooth as melted glass.
Slithering onward it seeks out the lost
To bring them their final end.