Deathly Embrace

I cannot escape the ruthless reality, of this sinister shadow now over me. Lying safe upon a bed of rusty nails, blanketed in a cloak of woeful misery. I’m suffocated, and I cannot breathe; inhaling the brutality of his mad scent. A raunchy stench too overwhelming, I refuse the notion that we must repent. Pungent cold cinder blocks to lie upon; a concrete, bitter pillow for my head. Self-inflicted are my bleeding wounds, once soulful eyes now are all but dead. I’ve found new comfort within darkness, it has become a beacon of guiding light. No more fear of living within shadows, I now forever embrace the death of night.