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Darkness.
Everywhere.
Unavoidable, unmistakable, inescapable.
Welcome to my life.
I live in the Shadow of Death,
A living Hell,
Where light has no meaning,
Where hope cannot penetrate,
Where freedom is a forgotten thought.
Creatures of evil prowl the streets,
Bloodthirsty, violent, eager for chaos.
They rejoice at pain,
They mock the hopeless,
They thrive in the blackness
Of Hell.
They love the darkness,
Serving a Black King,
Torturing the lost souls
Who've wandered away
From goodness,
From peace,
From life.
Those souls, those forgotten minds,
Are lost
Forever.
They cannot escape.
They do not know hope.
They do not know light.
But they remember freedom,
And in the darkness,
Grope on hands and knees for it,
Bleeding,
Crying,
Begging for something-
For anything-
For proof that there is more than this.
But they are lost.
Here is my question:
Am I one of those lost, hopeless souls,
Or one of the demons?
Am I one of the doomed lot,
Who crave light,
Who grasp for hope;
Or one who thrives
In the murky depths?
One who enjoys the agony,
The pain, the emptiness,
That is this Hell?
I don't know anymore.
I think I used too-
But the memory is lost,
The idea forgotten,
The hope slipped away
As sand in an hourglass.
Time.
It is my Master,
My executor,
My warden.
It is my Deliverer,
My Savior,
My Teacher.
For time will answer my question.
Time will tell me
Whether there is hope,
And freedom,
And life,
Or if there is just this darkness,
This everlasting night.
Time is my Master.
It binds me here,
To grope in the emptiness
For signs of life,
To strive for something,
For anything,
With no success.
Does that make me a lost soul?
But my Black King,
My eager Lord,
I am his servant,
The one who works his schemes,
To executes the agonies he has planned,
To punish those who are innocent,
To condemn those who have hope,
To kill those who know light.
At one point,
I enjoyed it.
I loved my newfound power,
I basked in my undimmed glory,
I mocked those beneath me.
Does that make me a demon?
But that time has passed-
Does that change me?
Have I gained or lost ground
In this empty world,
From shifting from demon to
Forgotten soul?
Misery and pain
Are my companions
In this Hell.
And it shall be
Forevermore…
Or so it feels.
For time is immune to
This living Hell,
This Shadow of Death.
Time will tell me.
If Time even exists.