294th Post

The curl of smoke.
The faint glow of a cigarette.

The death of another night.
Robbed of slumber.

Thoughts running out of control.

My own darkness.
Threatens to consume me whole.

I'm running out of places to hide.

And soon i will have to either fight to survive.
Or become consumed by the darkness.

A price to pay in blood.
Signed by sliver.

As a lull settles in the battlefield.
An ominous silence awaits my next decision.

In a war against my own demonic form.

That will either lead my to glorious victory.
And survive to fight again.

Or a humiliating defeat.
Which will result in my execution.

And to be enslaved by my dark demonic form.
Forever.

This war will never end.
Until the destruction of either form occurs.

Destroyed by sliver.