Darkest Depths

I've seen the darkest depths now. Kept visiting tones of midnight, thought there couldn't be any more ink to stain my heart but I was wrong. There is a shadow darker than all those that have haunted you. A cold, unforgiving shade of black called suicide. Until you have stood sheathed in in, draped in it, permeated by it, you have seen nothing. I was but a writhing corpse stabbed by naked truth, devastating despair. Nothing but tears and ragged sobs, shreds of words. I wanted out so desperately. But there was still the slightest gossamer thread of hope. I still wade through the waters, still caught in the undertow. I glance back at the centre of the black lake and close my eyes. "I loved not wisely but too well." - Othello.