I can feel it coming
through the tears in the darkness
quickly approaching as I conceal
myself
quaking underneath
the shadows in the light
Shivers ripple my moist skin
The urgent itching on the
surface
tormenting me
keeping me locked in
I run my tongue over
my lips
And I am found, as always
Then it begins
My resistance bleeds away
and I am filled with
the emptiness of my being
Awareness is replete
The trial is ended
Sated by the shattering
my knowing
why
and left alive
for the next visit
The darkness has taken a piece of my soul

Xerlia