310th Post

Darkness.
Never to know the meaning of the light.

Darkness.
Never to know happiness.

Darkness.
Only to know despair and anguish.
And anger.

Sufficient to drive one to the brink of self-immolation.

Each thought.
Which i thought i had already sealed away.
Into the darkest voids of the mind.

But like tentacles.
They creep back.

Little by little.
To slowly tear a minute slice of my own sanity.

No amount of silence can contain them for long.
For its only a matter of time.

Before self-immolation becomes the only option left.
In order to truly destroy these memories.
Which i so despise.

But sadly.
One cannot reverse time.
To undo the known.

I can only draw deep into my own reserve strength.
In order to survive through time.

In darkness.
In silence.

A price paid for.
In the form of sacrificing happiness and blood.