Formal Style: Imagery

Darkness held me like the toxic lover it was
it is
Firm grasp and unwavering strength
It whispers in my ear
that I will never be good enough
that I simply could never be “enough”
so I submit
and watch as it takes fragments of my soul
and pollutes them.
watch as it rips pieces of my heart
and hides them
watch as it strips me of my skin
and leaves me broken.
vulnerable
and afraid 
It's the closest I've ever been to a crime scene
Darkness is the closest I've ever been to a murderer
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