My Darkest Hour

As I walk through the valley of death
I can hear the darkness call out to me,
Hissing and snarling, which to my rotting corpse,
sounds like sweet whispers of solicitude; of redemption.
Their beastly claws reach out wantonly, begging me,
And I so badly want to grasp their cold decaying flesh;
To forever let go of my perishing sanity;
To give into temptation and sin;
To walk among the darkness,
The darkness that lingers in the darkest recesses of my mind;
The darkness that devours my lost and broken soul.
Yet, as my hand raises to grasp theirs
A feeling of pure fear, of doubt and abandonment
Washes through my dry veins and courses through my dead body,
Bringing me back to reality, to my white padded walls
And to my scarred flesh, which was forced unto me.
Unwittingly, my listless eyes fill with the ever so vacant light.
As I lie there, starring into the eyes of my own personal prison,
I unwittingly smile,
For the darkness, the insanity; the ghastly beast
That resigns in the deepest pit of my mind
Has become too much to bare,
Causing my fragile mind to shatter
Casting me forever into the fiery pits of hell.
As my mind drifts once more,
To a land of wickedness and the un-dead,
I pray that the darkness will consume me,
Eat me alive as I wither in pain under their wanton touches.
The darkness cast the last shadow as night fell upon me,
And I smiled once more as the darkness,
My darkness,
seared at my flesh for the last time.

*This came to me while I was listening to Disturbed.....*