My Darkness

My darkness is fast and sharp. Quick-witted and known to entrap my feelings of content. It is non binary, cannot be generified like its accomplice Anxiety. My darkness knows no end.
It starts with a whisper, "You make everyone around you MISERABLE."
I understand it tries to lie but there is always some truth within. The darkness teases, a whisper is the beginning.
Why try to argue? It drains me so quickly. It smiles when I search for something long and strong. It laughs when I knot my end.

"Just do it, it will be over before you know it. It wont hurt, you will fall asleep and everything will be over. No more whispers. No more screams."
My tears meet the rope at a rest stop between my head and shoulders. Just rest. Ease your body into this tight grip.

My body sleeps but my soul runs free. Watching a .5 second movie, unable to realize the genre. Only noticing the color red.
A chance given to me by a language unknown, my soul screams no.

For a moment I lay with the darkness. It shakes my body individually. It has total control, each limb shakes and twists. My head doesn't know up from down or left from right. It cannot find balance.
Finally, the darkness lets go. Its had its fun for now. My soul feels its body and reaches for the knot. My brain fuses with oxygen and adrenaline. I gain control again. Weak and empty I untie. Survived another fight with my darkness.

Until next time, when its hungry again. When it wants control or a good laugh at my misery. I will await for its whisper.