The Darkness One

I will not watch as that blade pierces and tears the skin, Watch as it opens the flesh and the drops begin to form, As it streams down from each open tear the calm will not come The storm will rage continually, the anger, fear, hate, and self-loathing The mind will race the soul begging for mercy as it always does, Death does not come this day, it will, just...not….this.....day More suffering must be endured.