Slave To the Blackness

The blackness; Thick and oppressive, Cold and void of all that is pure and clean Like a horrid gaping maw Hungry to devour Even the dimmest of light shining within us Sinister and malevolent As it washes over and slowly swallows the light That illuminates all that is righteous and true. Poisonous and vile, permeating and festering As if born in the bowels of evil itself, Hollow cries of abhorrence and loathing Echo lost within the ebony abyss. Dark madness oozing and penetration Even the slightest of openings Made available by the tiniest breaks In ones emotional defenses, And infecting all it touches like the plague. Like a sordid petulant fiend stalking its victim, Ready to pounce at any sign of weakness And taking control of our sense of reason and sanity, Feeding off our own insecurities and doubts, And turning us into emotional slaves To the dark force called “Jealousy”.