1. DR (...AND A SMALL TRIBUTE TO C.N... ALONE)

This mark
Carries me
Dragged into
Grey

Surrounded by shadows
Gazing into my eyes
Sinister and yet
Familiar

All around
Taunted by their laughter
The grip around handle
Getting tighter

Its suffocating
Every breath getting shorter
Every light getting grayer

Raring to
Step away

Yet moving
Them to tears

Still
Retained

Some sense of humor