The Darkness closes in around me.
Blurring my vision. Narrowing my mind. Blocking my thoughts.
It saps my will. My strength. My determination.
I hold on, struggling to stay afloat in this suffocating environment.
The light I still hold on to is dim, powered only my willpower. Or what’s left of it.
Still, I cover my face with a mask, my sorrows with props.
I see my companions, my friends, slowly digging their graves.
Preparing for the worst and judging it as inevitable.
No!
I wretch the shovel, kick aside the backhoe and slap them awake.
Fight on! To the death!
I emit an aura of determination, of confidence, of happiness. It is a lie.
Nonetheless, the light returns into their eyes. The light I hold onto brightens as theirs do.
I may be suffocating in my own darkness.
But never would I let another join me here.
