A dark mass engulfs me I feel vulnerable and weakFor I am fearful that there is no lightBeyond the darkness that fills my lungsThoughts of death loom in the back of my mindSlowly clawing its way forward  Like a spoiled child seeking attention What if this is the end of my sufferingI close my eyes and prepare for my departureOnly to feel the softness of your fingertipsAs they graze across burning flesh I feel pin pricks arising as you whisper to meMy sweet child take air into your lungsOpen your eyesSee there is light amongst the shadowsThese creatures that bombard you with darkness Can be destroyed with a minuscule objection Deprive them of negativity Their very own oxygenWithout it they will falter and grow weakOnly one thingCan cleanse you completely of such darknessHope my sweet loving childHave hope and you shall be free