Everytime it seems things are finally getting under control, The Darkness calls. It beckons seductively with words like freedom and painless and peace.
Because it is part of me, it knows me well. Knows the words to say to sway me over. Knows what feelings to evoke. It is me and I am it. It is never far, The Darkness, with its words of comfort and escape. Seductive in its power, calling from the inside out, deeper than any union of flesh could be.
The Darkness calls
Like a lover who knows you well
Your tender places
The things that make you weak
A practiced touch
That brings you to your knees
In exquisite agony