grip

i lay in the dark, chills spreading like wildfire across my skin, as the winter consumes my home.

in life, i am afraid of the dark; this is not life.
i am suffocated, but i embrace it; now, i

i gladly fall into submission, and let the darkness absorb me fully.



and the air just feels heavier, the darkness seeping through my lungs, my heart, my whole body gently writhing and i --



there are the voices.. so calm, so beautiful, so mourning; they are shadows dancing in the night,
voices playing games with the chilly breeze that seeps through the very fabric of my being. . .

the darkness is flowing through all of my veins, is contained in every breath i take, and every one i exhale





ahh, the presence.. it has a grip on my heart; i am at the mercy of the darkness