Foam shot from his mouth

As he whispered the words

“I never want to be you.”

I shrugged my heavy shoulders

Smiled and turned away.

When the fog lifts

only darkness is left.

With the quiet sense of diligence

I will proceed into darkness

as far as my mind will let me.

Little does the man know

he couldn’t handle being me

taking shots at life

hanging precariously in balance

of madness

and sanity.

He hasn’t the nerve to even touch me.

When I returned the bloody knife to him

he held back the tongue I removed

as I whispered

“Isn’t the darkness a killer?”

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