No escape
 

Darakness surrounds me
Like Iced hands of death
Slowly closing around my throat
Stealing my frosted breath from my bossom
Each shadowed hallway walked is never ending
Gradually closing in upon me
As I run towards a waivering light
I yearn to see the daylight
To leave this life lived in darkness and shadows
This is just a half life
With no escape
But a dead end

Wowww dark.... I like it

We are all surrounded in darkness. But there is always an escape. We must each light our own candle of waivering light. With enough light from enough candles, we can all together find our way out.