The Dark Man

A hole growing deeper,
the darkest man getting taller,
Gnawing bones-without resistance,
grinding hope becomes existence,
Gasp for life while lacking the will,
He'll grab your wrist to pay your bill,

I feel guilt without committing,
A crime of life-one of sinning,
To what they do with my permission,
To fill a void with each commission,
Right or wrong-short or long,
I have never been very strong,

My time is close and his is nearing,
He mutters words most endearing,
I hear the man at the door,
He's here for my soul-not a whore,
I hear his breaths, his clothes black trimmed,
"I'm your darkness, let me in.