21 May, 2001
David Roth
Darkness.
Thick and oppressive.
Closing in from the four walls of my tomb.
Stifling.
Choking the very air I breath.
Crushing my chest with the weight of its dreary presence.
Loneliness,
Like a shroud encompasses me
Drawing the darkness even closer
Blanketing the light with a sooty haze
Darkness.
Loneliness.
Utter and complete.
Alone in the world.
The plane of my existence stretches into eternity.
Finding nothing.
Seeing nothing.
Hearing nothing.
But the Darkness.
And the consuming Loneliness.
The music echoes a dirge.
The light has gone from me.
Bearing on its shoulders
The light and the joy.
As the universe on the pillars of eternity.
Sodden in its stability.
Morbid in its emptiness.
Leaving only the Darkness.
And the Loneliness.
And the fear of being forever more alone.
And there is no hope.
For the light has gone out of my life.
The walls of my crypt press ever inward.
Carrying only Darkness.
Loneliness.
Death.
I am alone.
The dying embers of the candle of my life wait in silent submission
To the emptiness.
The Darkness.
The eternal agony of alone.
