The Middle

I'm all out of words for the description of darkness
Metamorphosis, into a different form in the middle of the darkening force
The colours of the black serpent dazzling in it's each and every move
If I cannot escape my end is certain
I will not escape
I choose to stay in the black abyss that is now
My destiny

It looks at me in the eye
Humble and meek I kneel before it
Its black brightness blinds me
I feel the force pulling me deeper in
I give myself freely
But it does not take me
Weak and rejected I stand
With my head down
I walk away…

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