Darkess

Never ending darkness, swallowing me whole.
Am I dead, am I alive? Have the troubles
I've been running from, finally died?

I see nothing, I feel nothing I am nothing, but alone in this darkness.

Alone in the darkness, I wait and think. Is this
darkness a blessing or a curse? Will I still feel pain,
or will I never again feel it? The darkness surrounds me,
watching every move I make. In the darkness, I feel nothing,
but feel everything. Anger for not being able to get out of here.
Fear of not knowing what this darkness holds. Mystery for not
knowing what will happen, and peacefulness for knowing that now,
nothing can see me die here.

Choking, suffocating, pulled down below,
the darkness tries to end my glow. I struggle and struggle against
the darkness. Finally breaking free, but now what will happen to me?

Completely in darkness I will survive, completely in darkness I will
not die. Now the darkness feel's regret, now I can finally feel content.
The darkness embraces me now, showing how it can shield me from the
pain. Wrapped in a fog of warming darkness, my troubles fade away,
and I will always, forever feel safe, in its warm embrace.