Westward Thoughts

The dark slowly creeps toward me. It is standing behind me waiting.
I know it is there as pretend to ignore it and keep moving forward.
But it remains ever more subtly pushing towards me.
It is rising and growing and preparing to consume.
I try to move faster, run away, hide from it.
Ignoring no longer works, I know it is there.
The darkness hides the evil welling up in it.
It proclaims it is peace, serenity, and exit.
I am not fooled, yet, I still know there is no peace inside of it.
The struggle grows greater and the fight more intense.
My will to defend weakens but my desire to win grows.
I want the battle to be over, I want the darkness to go away.
I just want the sweat taste of peace, serenity and exit.