It’s a sad and rainy day, but what other kind of day is there?
Rain hits the window, and bursts (Like my heart at the seams)
Howling wind blows away any happy dreams.
I look at the once sunny, desolate, lifeless land.
Then I feel something cool on my hand.
I look to see what it is, and fear strikes me numb,
For a black shadow, or entity, is creeping down my thumb.
It spreads down my hand, down my arm,
I suddenly feel like causing self harm.
The darkness is wet, and warm to the touch.
My mind is not my own as I think “This is all too much.”
My arms are covered, then my chest, my thighs, and past my knees.
It covers me whole, like a filthy disease.
The darkness drips from my arms, and from each leg.
Familiar voices tell me to stop. They cry, they scream, they beg.
Darkness continues, delving into my eyes.
I see only my bad actions, my anger, and my lies.
I feel horrible, more than ever before.
The darkness drips, more and more.
The voices get louder, they SCREAM into my ears.
Yet all I know, all I breathe, all I feel, are my fears.
I stop and listen to the voices. Then I start to think, to know.
I try to push away the darkness, saying “Leave me, just go.”
I feel the sun’s rays. The darkness evaporates, it recedes.
I look out the window, and the world is new.
The sun is shining, the air is warm… I know what I’m going to do.
Something is incomplete, but I’ll wait to get that done.
I’ll enjoy this day; I’ll try to have fun.
At least until next time it rains,
Because life has its ups and downs, its happiness, and its pains.
