I am drowning in darkness. 

My limbs submerged in inky tar, my lungs asphyxiated by the stench of death's hold. 

My eyes see nothing but black. 

Yet I see him. 

And I am not scared. 

I should be.

Don't look into my eyes, for my demons will eat you alive. 

My devil inside will feast on your soft flesh. His jagged teeth will tear the meat from your bones and drink the light from your soul. 

His scars will turn the innocent into sinful and drag you into his dark pit of hell. 

No light lives...

I'm sorry for your loss. 

Why do people say that? 

When someone you love is taken from you, when a part of you dies along with them, you haven't lost them like you would your car keys or mobile phone. They aren't stuck down the side of the sofa or left in the ignition of your car for you to find later. You haven't absentmindedly put them somewhere and forgotten. You will never lose them because they live in you. 

The soul crushing hurt that burns your lungs with every breath you take comes from knowing where they are and not being with...