My life is shrouded in an eternal night <br />I think <br />As the cooling touch of an ever-present darkness <br />Rouses me from my slumber <br />To face <br />The inevitable labyrinth of worries <br />That is a package deal with every day. <br />Void of any emotion, any sensation <br />Except the fatigue of <br />Wandering aimlessly <br />Towards an unknown target <br />That saps me of my strength. <br />Begging to have mercy graced <br />On my soul <br />I feel a violent spasm of ice <br />Encompass my body. <br />A deliria brought on by <br />The chilly breath of death <br />Greeting me <br />As it envelopes <br />Every fiber of my being. <br />I give myself over to <br />This new wave of darkness. <br />As an invisible cord connecting body and spirit <br />Is broken beyond mending. <br />As I am pulled, further and further downward. <br />Realizing where I am headed <br />I struggle, scream, and shout. <br />My instinctive fear of the unknown <br />Crashes around me. <br />Pure terror coursing through my... <br />Well, where my veins used to be. <br />But I am helpless. <br />No fight will save me <br />From being dragged down into <br />This new living death I have earned <br />That's symbolized by the raging fires of Hell.<br /><br />Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-hopes/
