Curse

Floating in darkness, I am trying to strike stones and make light, but it just makes sparks. Sparks, that show things in unnatural hues. Wavy shadows howl at me.

For those, I seemed like a blessing sometime ago, it looks like I am becoming a curse for them with time.

I am seeing myself in a new darkness where I look like a devil myself.

I am afraid of myself. Maybe this is just one of the milestones to hell. A few more to cross ...

Guess so.