I
knew
you would come.
Not from hell,
not from the heavens,
but from within.
He whispered through my dreams.
He breathed through my fears.
He drank my weakness.
Slowly
I
fell deeper,
quieter into the death darkness.
Inside the void rang like a bell, my soul
like dust.
My faith crumbled,
turning into ash.
I thought.
This was the end.
But there at the bottom of the darkness,
I heard by myself.
Not
the demon,
not the fear,
but my own self.
And I rose,
alone, against him.
He was the shadow, I became the fire.
And this time, I burned him first.
