4-Dark

Fear’s hands grip my throat
As Darkness closes in
How do I escape this threat?
And how am I supposed to win?

The room, pitch black, is closing in on me
On everything in my life, especially my sanity
The ground is crumbling beneath my feet
And here I stand, as I accept defeat

I don’t want to lose, don’t want to give in
But it seems like it is impossible to win
The light at the end of the tunnel has disappeared
And everything is going wrong, just as I have always feared

I want to cry, I don’t want to fight
I want to give in, I want to make things right
I’m losing sight of my final destination
I just want to rid myself of all this devastation

Fear’s hands grip my throat
And I try to escape
How can I breakaway from this danger
That is closing in on me?

Written 4/14/11