The Tuesday Transcriber

"Dark"

I feel it all around me,
neverending,
ever blending
into the vein of my sanity;

Seeping into my soul
completely,
discreetly,
devouring me whole.

I wrestle with myself;
unfair,
unaware
the chain I forged myself.

The dark covers my eyes,
laughing,
lapping
at the tears I dare cry.

Is it all just a game?
Innocent,
impotent
to who and what we blame?

Or is this destruction?
The finale?
Death Valley -
my soul's voluntary abduction?

The story's been penned.
Learn,
or burn?
Just how will my story end?

                                     C. Mason Nov. '12