Short Short: Darkside

Writing prompt: May the force be with you
Song: Darkside by Alan Walker/Au Ra

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            It's like I had tripped and fallen into a pit of my worst nightmares where their talons and claws poked into my skin, made thin by savages disguised as those I loved. Their dead eyes stared back, accusations like the tongues of Christians burning me with blasphemies saved for devils and demons. The poisonous gas filled my lungs, bruised for holding my breath and voice, waiting for safer days. 
            I gasp.
            I claw.
            I break the skin.
            Trying to climb out of the grave leaves me shrinking to the comfort of the dark; instead, here I am, fighting for the light. With shackles around my ankles, cuffed to arms that drag me down. Each act to save my mortal soul saves no one in the end. I heave, pant, and transgress into worry that my war-weary soul will exist no more. As I'm dragged further down, I tug and pull, my faith in living failing under the weathered woods—the knocking of nails again of the coffin, hammering hard against my aching head. My neck was sore from looking up, my head bent back, gasping for help, but no one was left. 
            Maybe they were right, to shun me and set me down through the floor for the atrocious, salacious worded whore I turned out to be. Rejoice! In my silence. My tongue cut from knives I pulled from my back. I bleed my truths left unheard, the pools of regrets I drown in nightly, pulling me deeper into deaths entirely unknown.
            For years, I had slunk in the shadows, no friends or foes alike; my demons played me like a harp and left me alone at night. Now they had faces, and this was by far the cruelest joke by far; when the demons plucked my strings, it was to slowly tear me apart. I unraveled in the hands of those who once lifted me up.
            No longer dark faces looked back at me, but the faces of the savages who were once those who loved me.