I feel the darkness, lingering over my soul. I feel, it strolling, all around me, making a way, as I see it enter, slowly it takes over my heart, distorted feelings, I felt, only to, able to see darkness.
I see it. It’s there. It always have been. My eyes, can’t see, but see what once, was an illusion, now was something known.
Oh, I wonder, how to let myself free from it. I see a light. At a distance. It calls me. But, the path to it is still unclear to me. I stumble, I fall, I get up. No one to pick me up. Why? It’s the beauty of darkness. You can see it, but not them. I survive. I cry. I stress. I cry. I get up.
The lights like a point. Twinkling, I want it to. But darkness is all I saw. I went forward. On the path, my fate has chosen. Only to, regret?
My legs, silently screech, and in front of the light I now stand. I peek inside. Pupils, get smaller. I see it. I feel it.
The breeze, I feel, it. The stars I see it. The wan eyes, now, feel again. Blissful sight. Darkness leaving. The path of triumph?
Figure it yourself.