Chuck Clouser
09 / 05 / 2003

The Darkness:

The Darkness fills the soul,
It fills my veins,
My very pores.

The Darkness eats my flesh.
It eats my thoughts,
And steals my dreams.
But never my memory.
No,
It feeds it.

Never left to decay.
I loom in it.
And in this Darkness my memory necessitates.
I am a slave to its desires.
I am but a pawn in its cruel game.
A game that, the Darkness always wins.

This fallacy is not unrelenting.
And every day I am forced to play again.
Only to lose once more.
Lose to you,
The memory,
In the Darkness.

I am forever to dwell in our failed moments of love.
In the Darkness.
My thoughts still hanging on you,
And the words you spoke of.

And I know you don’t care if at night I awake,
Crying.
Alone.
In the Darkness.

Where you left me.
Crying,
Alone,
In the Darkness.

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