the consuming darkness
As i lie in bed staring at the ceiling, i wonder
if the darkness would ever consume me.
consume the emptiness, consume the things all around me.
I lie there as if the air i breath will be my very last.
As i lay there the darkness moves around me, deepening
and growing to an astouding warmth.
As i stare at the ceiling i wonder how much longer my heart
yerns to beat.
I lie there undisturbed, dazed and confused in what
could only be described as a darker euphoria.
I lie there wondering if the darkness
is plotting to consume me, plotting to take over
the body and the spirit of which i come from.
My heart beats to a slower pace now, as if it
knows that the last hour is apon us.
i take one deep breath, and swallow the darkness.
finally im asleep.