So we meet again my darkness,
sweet bitterness, enraptured
serpents and tendrils of nothing
rasping for breath in tempered
walls of hate and fear.

The power you wield sears
my solitude with proper
tune and pitch, a screaming
torrent of sound and silence
wrapped into a single spear.

And yet, there is a peace
quite profound that I yearn
to hear, to shatter the scream
and snap the spear instilling
hope instead of fear.

Can salvation be so near?
I strain my senses, stretching
out to touch the voice that
soothes my wounded spirit,
a summons to live at last.

Oh, to feel life in my grasp
and damn away the demons
as I breathe this belated gift,
savoring the succulence in
one blessed and divine gasp!

I know it not a humble task,
but simply put, it is all I ask.