The darkness awaits,

A seething, hungry thing that won't go away,
Lurking, waiting for that one light to die,
To smother emotion, every last cry,
To embrace the quiet, to weaponize shame,
To strike, vicious, needlessly assign blame,
To paralyze, scourge out any sign of hope,
To fill the mind, loud, **** all ways to cope,
Taking hostage of this soul who can't be seen,
Hiding, brewing, until their conscience is wiped clean,
Will it cease, when they're finally laid to rest?
Or move on, again, an uninvited guest?