I didn’t see it coming. The lights are slowly dimming. They will soon come to an abrupt halt in the purest infinity of darkness. I lie alone, knowing it’s here again. The wall I can't climb over or turn and run away from. My attempts to escape its grip are in vain. The darkness is everywhere. Weak and exhausted, I eventually surrender to the darkness and fall asleep. Sleep is darker than depression. There are moments of peace there. But soon, I’ll awake, and the life that once existed in me will have been replaced with hollowness that consumes me. My eyes have opened, but I don't dare move. I’m waiting for what's left of my mind to
engage with my body. The anticipation is heavy. Waiting to see if I’ve possibly eluded
this place. I wait for the light. Within seconds I realize that I'm still here and the darkness is still within me. Disappointed would be an understatement, and to say that I am scared would offer me
hope, as I wish I could only find scared. Scared is an emotion that is understandable. This place I am in now Hah! I laugh in its face. Alone I am not. There is much heaviness all around me. I
can feel the presence of this place, for it is real and very heavy, and I can only wish I were alone and away from here. This place has no face, and you cannot hear its voice,but it speaks with grand volume, and it's everywhere. I can feel it, breathe it, smell it, taste it, and touch it. Not in a way that I have done before, but altered. It's deep within me and much greater than my physical existence. It's intangible to my mortal being,but yet I can feel every aspect of its presence, leaving nothing out. It has replaced even the smallest morsel of light with ultimate darkness that is seen and felt within me. It cannot look me in the eyes. It hides behind darkness while draining life from me. Daylight breaks and I to feel warmth of the sun, but it's not. I engage with others in this altered state. I am physically present to all, I’m certainly not alone. I'm full. I damned to this place of hell. Who wins, seems to be its desire. Challenging me to a battle it has strategically planned my demise. It keeps me within its grip. Nothing is as I remembered, and I question if anything ever was. All of my
senses are gone. I can touch but not feel. I can listen but not hear. I am hungry but cannot eat. Love is without emotion, and like the sun, I cannot feel loves warmth. But alone, I am not, m I am surrounded by life in this altered state. I am full. So full that there is no room for my soul. The darkness has come to take it. This is the battlefield for my life. This is
where my existence is challenged, and my fate will be determined.
This time I've won, but I know it will be a victory short-lived. Scorned by its loss,darkness will challenge me again. Should I ever lose, this is the darkness I’ll become!
Some may never escapes
