No Longer Fighting

The darkness pushes down on me- squeezing every last drop of light from my soul. And I let it. I let it because I no longer want this. I let it crush my transparent skin, and grind my bones to dust. I do not care to fight anymore. I feel so old. Old and tired. Gone are the days when I can sing to the wind without the words choking my every fiber. Where has that lust and anger gone? The times I laughed, the times I feared. Laughing hurts, my lips cracked and bleeding. The darkness is all there is left, because pain is much better than nothing. Soon I wont feel the pain though, soon I'll no longer care. Rip out your heart and feel this embrace. My whole and my being, suffocating, not daring to breathe in your scent. Meaningless images are sucked away by the never ending dark. A cry cannot escape, my mouth is filled with the cold bitter darkness. Burning, scorching, cleansing through me. Searing pain murders me again and again. But I'm no longer fighting. The world going out not with a bang, but a small agonized whimper. I shiver and accept.

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