The Soul 2/19/07

the darkness nestles in my bosom,
seeping into my veins,
taking control of my body,
pulling me down,
flooding my insides,
crowding my eyes with black;
sensing my soul,
and cringing as if it were poison;
slowly spilling throughout my senses
but my soul;
no,
my soul is pure, and clean,
it cannot purge the evanescent light
shining through,
and slowly, very slowly,
it fades;
little by little,
disappearing,
slipping out in silence,
but leaving behind its hue,
darkness,
forever near,
but never overcoming
-the soul.