Something out there
is pulling us in.
My head is saying run,
legs are just following
the crooked pathway into beyond.
Where the thick raven darkness
dominates the view,
like a solid brick wall.
No features,
no shades of colour,
no subtle markings.
Just a wall of nothing
and that's right where
our feet are going.
We cling tight as the
liquid gloom
coats our skin.
We hold each other
in embrace,
as the darkness tastes
our sin.
In this fearful place,
the dark,
a living breathing thing.
We hold tight,
walking closely
through the charcoal sight,
as thick as night,
the inky black ensures fright.
Halfway through,
I feel fingers gripping
onto my shoes,
I feel brushes
as hands reach out to touch us,
but I see nothing.
Just the jet black void.
Each step could be the last.
but we can't turn back.
I hear breathing,
hearts beating,
then realise they're ours.
Echoing loud.
I hear the others.
Their whispers, the slurp of licked lips.
I focus on the heart beats
and pray that the end will be quick.
I hold your hand.
Then the murkiness collapses around us
We are back where we started.
Sun light beams down
birds sing,
and for a second I think
I'll never let the darkness win,
life is too beautiful a thing.
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