The Darkness
The Darkness
by Sawyer Stahl
I sat there, watching the Darkness as it rose and fell onto me. It went into me, coursing through my veins. I couldn't see...I couldn't breathe...and all that remained in me was Darkness, Anger, and Pain. But all these things were good. Darkness meant no Light, and the Light was too bright. It hurt me...blinded me...but Darkness was enveloping...it kept me safe.
Anger meant no Happiness, but Happiness is merely a thing that raises your hopes, makes you think that life is alright, so that when that horrible, wretched thing comes...it is that much worse. And it always comes.
Finally, Pain was good. Pain meant I was still Human, or partly so. Just small bit of assurance kept me sane. Oh, the irony.
So all these things-Darkness, Anger, Pain-all these things were good things. And of them, Darkness was prime. Darkness was a part of me... more than just a part... it was me. Me and the Shadows were one and the same.
The Pain left, leaving only Nothingness. the Anger left, leaving only Blankness. But Darkness remained, and always will. No matter how many civilizations fall, no matter how many leaders get usurped, no matter how many people live and die, Darkness will remain until the End. After the End, even.
No. Darkness is the End. The end of all that Eat and Breathe, and the end of all that don't. I succumbed to the Darkness... as it enveloped me in its Black Blanket, I succumbed... And you will, too. Everything succumbs to the Darkness, eventually. You can't escape it.
by Sawyer Stahl
I sat there, watching the Darkness as it rose and fell onto me. It went into me, coursing through my veins. I couldn't see...I couldn't breathe...and all that remained in me was Darkness, Anger, and Pain. But all these things were good. Darkness meant no Light, and the Light was too bright. It hurt me...blinded me...but Darkness was enveloping...it kept me safe.
Anger meant no Happiness, but Happiness is merely a thing that raises your hopes, makes you think that life is alright, so that when that horrible, wretched thing comes...it is that much worse. And it always comes.
Finally, Pain was good. Pain meant I was still Human, or partly so. Just small bit of assurance kept me sane. Oh, the irony.
So all these things-Darkness, Anger, Pain-all these things were good things. And of them, Darkness was prime. Darkness was a part of me... more than just a part... it was me. Me and the Shadows were one and the same.
The Pain left, leaving only Nothingness. the Anger left, leaving only Blankness. But Darkness remained, and always will. No matter how many civilizations fall, no matter how many leaders get usurped, no matter how many people live and die, Darkness will remain until the End. After the End, even.
No. Darkness is the End. The end of all that Eat and Breathe, and the end of all that don't. I succumbed to the Darkness... as it enveloped me in its Black Blanket, I succumbed... And you will, too. Everything succumbs to the Darkness, eventually. You can't escape it.