black as the trenches miles below,
it encroaches upon that which
brought me joy, stroking it,
claiming it, taking it hostage,
and I am powerless to stop it.
the poison is born
from a midnight well in the pit
of my soul, it never comes up empty,
always reeking of decay and
full of little monsters that bring
the darkness to life.
apologies are no longer good enough
when chaos spills from your lips.