Poetry, The Need in the Dark.

The whisper in the dark
My blood does chill
With songs of loneliness
My heart grows still

I have no purpose,
I am alone,
My heart is empty,
It beats like stone.

The need moves down,
The sanguine hall,
The room becomes cold,
still and silent as fall.


My hand, It creeps
My heart does fight,
yet still I reach.
Despite the light.

To hold the fear,
I bring a glass,
The monster is near,
I do not pass.


I cannot stop the desire,
I cannot hold it back,
My hand reaches out,
The need attacks.

The bottle is warm,
The liquid thick,
It glugs in the glass,
My mind is sick.

I feed the need,
It dribbles down.
The liquid is sharp,
It's color brown.

The void feels filled,
my heart beats.
the monster is happy,
yet I am weak.

I smash the glass,
I cry my tears,
No one can save me,
no one is near.

I grab the bottle,
I drink it all,
I throw it away,
I watch it fall.

It shatters on paint,
The shards fall away,
My heart in taint,
My soul it prays.

Raise me up!
Take me away!
Only darkness answers.
Only silence is swayed.

I collapse in a chair,
no further to fall.
I ask why I am here,
whats the point of it all?

Only darkness has answered,
Only silence replies,
In my heart, in my head,
Part of me dies.

I am alone with this monster,
No one is coming to help.
No light in the future,
No one here but myself.

In time my eyes grow heavy,
In time the world fades.
Light will come soon,
With pain as its trade.

The need will come back,
Of this I am certain.
need will not leave me,
until the final curtain.

It's ally is pride,
it's its healer is shame.
the monster attacks,
it knows my name.

I close my eyes,
and pray for light.
The pain it brings,
will restart this fight.

Will I be strong?
Will I be weak?
This time I promise,
This time I shriek.

The monster will not have me!
it will not win!


 
Then I reach for the bottle,
I pour more in.

- J.T. Perk