February 25, 2008
The darkness writhes and pulses, erratically
To a jarring beat that cannot be heard
But can be felt when the soul shakes in fear

It grates painfully on bones
And decays the mind
Until it swallows the pallid corpse
Into its shadowy depths

One can see remnants of a body:
A splintered bone, or a bloody tooth
But only for a moment
Before the blackness devours the flash
Of crimson and white

One can also hear echoes of anguished cries
And may hesitate for a moment
Wipe cold sweat from the forehead
And control trembling hands
But the darkness seizes its chance
The body crumples to the ground, lifeless

Its screams join the laments of the damned

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