Poems About Darkness And Death Novels & Stories

I am shredded by the sharp razor of hurt I can no longer bleed anymore. Dear you, as you are reading this, I fear I might be kissing the last breathe of air of my sanity goodbye in any moment. Dear you, I feel like my days are being numbered in the land of the light. And dear you, I feel like if this darkness consumes me, I’ll be stuck in the dark forever. Alone, scared, lonely. Bare. **

I suddenly begin to hear the voices that makeup silence as I walk into the room. I suddenly understand how light could transfigure into darkness in just a blink of an eye. I suddenly understand how one second is enough to destroy years of hard work. I suddenly understand that death has always been lurking in the shadows. Awaiting the perfect time to steal life. I suddenly understand the fact that life is not defined by the existence of oxygen alone as in this very moment I am living yet dead. I now understand what it means to have your life yet the same life be dependent on the survival of another.

that impossible sexy pants huskily whispered in my ear. Suddenly, I felt cold and uncomfortable. I want to hug him tight and never let go, but I would be afraid to face it tomorrow. And the darkness took over the whole room. Am I dead? Am I in heaven? But why there is darkness when I'm in heaven. And why darkness cannot relate to heaven? After all, darkness is more powerful than light. Wait if I'm dead then why I have pumped in my chest and why my legs were still moving, holy shit and I'm still thinking that means I'm still alive.

--- Trying to take her completely. --- But this time— --- Something pushed back. --- Small. --- Fragile. --- But real. --- A choice. --- Not to let go. --- Not yet. --- And as the darkness pressed in— As her strength balanced on the edge of nothing— As life itself became a question with no guaranteed answer— One final truth emerged: --- The moment you come closest to death— --- Is the moment you discover… --- If you still have something left to live for.

At Least with death I will find peace and with that, darkness and serenity consumed me. Everything went silent and I just knew it was the end

She said, and I frowned at her. "In shadows deep, where veiled destinies entwine, beware the lover of darkness, a harbinger of the twilight's demise. As the frosty glow of ghostly eyes descends, your flames shall wane, and the dark dream walker, a spectral wraith, shall unravel the threads of your soul. In this fateful encounter, heed the prophecy whispered by the ancient winds: 'When darkness embraces love, thy end draws nigh.'" She said, and I frowned at her.

The things this man had seen, his stories just moved me so much. His lover of over 25 years passed away last year suddenly while visiting her mother in Sri Lanka. He didn’t get to say good-bye to her and it almost broke him. He was still so hopeful and full of life, saying that she wouldn’t have wanted him to mope. "Life is for the living, an the dead don't know the difference," he had said. So, once he moved on from mourning he started dating hot younger women, hoping to feel youthful again, but found them all dull and annoying.

With Each cord fate wove betwixt the shades of destiny, prophecy's chime clings to the constraints of man, beckoning the freedom of one Sealed In Darkness. The sky roared. The clashes of blades resonated with the cracking thunder as flashes of lightening made visible the blood painting an alluring canvas on the streets with its scarlet-red splendor. The weaves of corpses spawned up within the crannies, daring enough to walk a runway in the open: both young and old, neither was spared from the delight of the day. Even the pungent stench of decay had crowned the day with a lingering nauseating grace, travelling the skies like an entourage of heavy soot.

Noah had already taken a bite and swallowed it! Alexander's expression darkened, and he roared, "Cecilia! I already said I'd bring you both back. What more do you want? Why won't you let Noah eat a cookie from me?" "Are you crazy? There's dogwood in it!" I hurled the entire box at him in fury. "Don't you remember the incident when some pups died after getting poisoned by dogwood cookies? Have you forgotten?" Alexander gave me an incredulous look and frowned. "That was just a rumor! Vivian ate a ton of those cookies, and she's fine!"

Ancient and heavy, like they carried the weight of centuries. "By blood of the living and essence of the dead, I call upon the darkness that lies between worlds. Open the path that was promised. Show me the way to what I seek." The words hung in the air like a prayer. Or a curse. The temperature dropped. Not slowly, like when winter creeps in through windows. All at once, like someone had opened a door to the deepest part of winter. My breath came out in white clouds. Frost began forming on the mirror, creeping across the glass like spider webs.