The second time Darkness visits
It comes in broad daylight.

The wreathe of thorns and roses
sits itself atop Your head
crowning You a marionette queen
with hands tied behind Your back
and soon the vines slither down
to suffocate You
in a noose of inescapable thoughts,
and paralyze You
in a straitjacket of vandalized visions
and--

You cannot scream.

Your silence is my favourite sound, Darkness whispered.

This is reality.

Better terrible truths
than kind lies.

Desperate
You clutched at Your mangled mind
grasping at the venomous thorns
one by
one by
one--

But Darkness does not relent.

Oh, who knew roses could spill crimson redder than its own petals

And It leaves you shaken,
keeled over on the sun-kissed ground,
so alone among the meadow of flowers

Helpless.

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