01/19/2011

That sickening smell has returned.

Dripping sweat and tears, staining my existence.

I had fought for so long… 

Fought harder than ever to keep the beast away.

But the smell means I’ve lost.

A darkness is looming, threatening to consume me. 

And I’m just tired of fighting.

I stand alone,

Sword drawn, shield ready.

He’s drawing near now, inching….

And I just can’t fight anymore.

He swallows me whole… 

This monster I’ve been dueling.

And the darkness devours me.