Darkness Stories

It appeared like a little light at the end of the dark tunnel of life Beckoning me towards it calling my name Flickering like it could extinguish at any time But burning bright and hot sometimes, a white hot flame It kept changing but never wavered That little light was getting closer Almost in reach I kept hunting for it Its warmth enticed me to want it, to need it It used me for fuel and I feed it willingly I used it to...