Come darkness, I’d sit and watch the night pass from the darkest corners of the earth.
The stars, they’d blaze with a gentle passion, luring into their light the unexpected soul.
Not for me the pulsing vibe of noise and movement but the stillness of the quiet night air and the reassurance that wherever I was, I was not alone.
Things change.
They call to me, voices engulfed in a trance that drowns their inhibitions – the very sounds that I once trusted.
Now, they drag me down – a silent surrender, out of fear and agony – no resistance allowed.
The night streams from their very eyes, black as the clouds that hide the face of the moon, masking a countenance that, but days ago, comforted and not terrorized.
Their nails dig deep – tearing skin and soul – as they use your weaknesses as bait, knowing you couldn’t possibly refuse.
Do it for me.
Falling, falling faster and deeper.
You’d think you’d be screaming out in protest but your words are strangled inside – by what?
The invisible cords of loyalty, they leave a mark – silence.
They say all the right things, the right words to push your buttons and leave you breathless with one answer;
Yes.
Then you take the plunge.
