Darkness warmer than chocolate
smoother than jersey on a sheet
tingling, spicy, tantalizing
Like a puff of cinnamon mixed with nutmeg
smelling so good one disregards how it burns to the touch
up into your brain the smoke, that is darkness, rises
Coiling around your spine
like the predator it is
embracing all of your being
No place is safe
not the head
that was the first to fall
Not the body
it is unruly like a spoiled child
not the emotions
They have been dulled
one only knows the sweet aroma of deception
the false security of manipulation
The illusion of control
the mask of addiction
Yes that is darkness
revealed, always true in its form
It's hold is as strong
As one's weakness is for the lie that compels that soul to keep breathing it in....
-Souljourner
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