The night weighs down on my back, pushing me to the ground with stifling pressure,
Making me choke on the carpety pavement,
Crowding around me,
Turning me to flaccid puree sinking into the gaps.
I want to scream,
But a fist is wedged inside my mouth,
Hurting the corners of my lips and stopping the breath from leaving them,
Stealing away my voice.
The blackness is black beyond any darkness,
And the shadows move and conspire against me,
Planning their next assault on my person as I wander helpless in their realm.
The night rushes around me,
Binding me in its inky tendrils and chilling my skin.
The stars are clogged now,
Masked by the black clouds above me,
There is no hope,
No light,
No air.
I can not breathe.
I can not speak.
The night is closing in and I am helpless to its whim.
Come,
Kill me,
Take away my words and erase them from memory.
I drown in darkness.
The shadows advance as I turn my head.
They are the victors as red pierces the night.