A dark path on a day like this is the only thing i can go down. Sorrow has taken my soul hostage for a long time, darkness feels like home most days, it's almost like a sickly sweet scent that makes you dizzy but still has you captivated. I stand bare with no fear of what this dark holds for I have been here too long, the light has become a distant memory almost unpleasant now that i think about it.
We are always held between heaven and hell, this transient state renders the soul useless. It's tiring just being with no reason trying for no obvious outcome, hunting, devouring and yet your hunger never being satisfied. The thrill coming and going like currents in the ocean.
I've become one with the lamb and the lion mocks me. It plays in the shadows always there but always unseen.
I'm blind as i run bleeding over the bridge, the bridge that leads to nothing and all.
"I'm yours" I scream and the darkness laughs, did i say this to myself? or to him? the everlooming pressence in my head, the lion, the wolf, the mastermind of this darkness the one who holds the knife and stabs my insides with every wrong move i make. Did he hear? Did he see? Did he sense the slip up? I dare not think what happens if he wins, for he must not come out to play, the rest of the flock is not ready for him yet and nor it will ever be.
-He Laughed-
And then there was silence. Cold. Cold. Cold.
"Yours completely" I sing.
I can never forget what he's given me nor forsake it. So I'll stay here in his golden cage because in the end he came out and the sheep have not noticed that one of them has a taste for the hunt.