• Darkness, darkness everywhere
    Just breathe… something has to be here
    There can’t just be emptiness
    Besides this dry atmosphere

    Stop and glance to the left
    And now the right… no, nothing…
    Okay, slow down your breathing
    They might hear your heart beating…

    He spins around and then shouts
    His words echo through the void
    The sense of fear skyrockets
    Wait… no sense being paranoid…

    It’s only the dark, child.
    There’s no way it can hurt you.
    Now, the things that may lurk here…
    The same might not be so true

    Run, now. Escape while you can
    You really don’t want to be here
    The darkness is alive now
    And it feeds on all of your fear

    Into the blankness he sprints
    The voice is more than he can bare
    He closes his eyes and runs
    Breathing in the freezing air

    Left foot.. Right foot… Left… Right
    Drive yourself into the night
    The darkness is crushing you
    Keep running with all of your might

    There’s a twinkle over there
    Just keep going and have faith
    He stops in mid-stride, panting
    That little beacon will be safe

    He makes a mad dash to it
    Warmth cutting through to his skin
    You can’t chance looking away…
    It may never be there again…

    As he nears it, you can see
    That the light is on a door
    And the door stands there alone
    It, the light and nothing more

    Temptation is too much here
    This might not be salvation
    Stay here in the dark with me
    Without your explanation

    Though if you go, you go alone
    I won’t be there to guide you
    The horrors that could be there
    Will have you to advance to

    He takes a step, and once again
    He feels a warm sensation
    His eyes look over the door
    with greater intoxication

    He slowly passes over
    With his arm limply extended
    You shouldn’t do this… please don’t…
    His motion quickly ended

    Inches from his desire
    But now having to fight it
    His fingers clench the door knob
    He’ll crack it open just a bit

    The door shifts and objects click
    It jolts back and then it sticks
    And your stomach clenches up
    And drops like a ton of bricks

    He enters the haunting room
    Slowly feeling déjà vu
    As he quickly glances back
    To the door he just walked through

    He stares now into my eyes
    The stare I’ve seen millions of times
    A chill slowly rides his spine
    Paralyzing while it climbs

    A shriek breaks through the silence
    Moments after he comes to
    The door behind me has vanished
    There’s nothing more he can do

    Raising my arm through the air
    I make a demand for silence
    He has more to experience
    There is no need for violence

    I move my arm to the side
    And extend a bony finger
    While peering into his eyes
    Urging him not to linger

    He turns, and to his surprise
    Before him lies a cracked door
    He staggers as his heart skips
    How could he not notice it before?

    Without a glance back at me
    He creeps up to the opening
    His mind so eager for answers
    That it’s almost fluttering

    Now this door open’s slowly
    And he glances around the room
    That is equally as eerie
    as it could also be his tomb

    He notices instantly
    Two figures, none the wiser
    To their acquired eavesdropper
    As he continues to lay on her

    His heart stops and his stomach tightens
    His fists clench and his mouth opens
    Spitting painful words at them
    Making them turn to contend

    The situation worsens
    As they become familiar
    Along with his surroundings
    They look all too similar

    He points to the man and screams
    This senseless violence goes nowhere
    I overlook with disdain
    Foreshadowing their despair

    So the screaming continues
    And as quickly as they started
    He points over to his wife
    And then mouths the word “Harlot”

    The manly figure stands up
    And without hesitation
    Springs angrily over to him
    Ending this “conversation”

    He clenches his fist and swings
    Connecting with his temple
    Pushing the attacker back
    He might learn from this example

    The figure dashes toward him
    And tackles him brutally
    And they lay there quietly
    As his breaths come sparingly

    The figure stands up slowly
    It’s hands letting loose of him
    And releasing a flood of pain
    From his chest to every limb

    From him jutting out his side
    He spot’s his assailant’s knife
    And as his breath comes slower
    He feels it draining his life

    He looks up at his assailant
    At the man that struck him down
    Only to see his own wife
    With blood on her silk nightgown

    As he gasps for air in disbelief
    While blood seeps into his lungs
    He mumbles to her painfully
    As if he were speaking in tongues

    He lies there on the ground
    As minutes like hours drag by
    Minutes without a single sound…
    Again, I watch myself die

    As his lifeless body rests
    The room begins to darken
    My vision gives way again
    And the pressure starts to soften

    There’s black void in front of me
    That’s all too familiar now
    I slowly open my eyes
    And manage sanity somehow

    I feel a presence near me
    My senses have all compiled
    As I softly whisper the words
    “It‘s only the dark, child…”