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The darkness… have I ever known anything else.
Its overwhelming presence consumes me.
Engulfs me…
Devours me…
It courses through my veins...
In my head…
In my heart…
Am I just darkness?
All I ever knew was that I was to spread this darkness.
Everything I touched, felt, saw, was nothing but black.
The color of my clothes, my heart and blood.
She only pressed upon me how I was dark.
When I was weak, I was locked in the dark.
Beaten by it.
Until I could barely lift myself from the floor.
I could no longer feel the pain from my stomach.
Or the dryness on my lips.
It no longer mattered the longer it went.
Aren’t we all mad… Don’t we all have this insanity dwelling deep inside us, wanting to emerge?
Yes.
And that is all I am. All my existence is.
Madness.
Darkness.
Black.