Deception

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Deception

I told myself last time,
that when the darkness comes,
I would be prepared.
For its darkness and shadows,
Its taunts and lies
I would not again fall victim.

The wickedness slid in the rear door
so slowly that I didn't’t hear it gain entry.
It slithered across my toes
and up my leg.
Its tentacles seized hold of my heart
and made it black and charred.

It continued on its way to my head.
Where it overrode my own circuitry
shorting out electrodes along
its destructive path of deception.

I was possessed by the blackness once again.

It pulled and pushed and twisted reality

till there was no hope.
No other option but to end this hell.

Then mercifully the current abated

the waves crested and receded,
Leaving me beaten and exhausted.
Battered against the rocks of my psyche.

Each time this transpires,
I stay longer and longer in the dark realm

that longs to keep me in its searing flames,

and un quenchable thirst.

Each time I loose a little more strength,
and the will to fight.
Each time I loose a little more
of me.
Let me rest now,
before I have to fight again.