Inevitability
As I slumber here alone
I get the feeling of deep sorrow
Inside me is a soundless storm, a storm that never ceases
It rages and rips me in two
Merciless winds hail me from within
I feel so hopeless when I am alone
Never escaping the storm within
Never escaping the inevitable doom
The doom that hovers just above the horizon
I can see it now
Mocking me with its silent words
Never taking a form, it is just wisps like hair
Dark as night the wisps circle around me
The gloomy, malicious energy enveloping me
Fear courses through my body
Hatred courses through my body
Sorrow courses through my body
The endless pain, the emotion I have come to know so well
The wisps take a form, the form of a being not known to man
Tall, lankly, without a face or a voice, just two strips for a mouth
The entity opens its mouth to form words, but no sound escapes its parted lips
The being is nearing me, closing the space
I look into the black sockets where its eyes should be, but find blackness instead
For some unknown reason, I cannot pull my eyes away
It has rendered me motionless like a spider renders her prey immobile
It touches my face, caressing my face
I want to pull away, but it seems impossible
The inevitability of my fate has caught up to me at last
I look into the doom that is myself and I awake
I awake standing on something cold
The unfamiliar wind blowing through my hair
The darkness enveloping me, taunting me to take the final leap
Arms out wide, like a bird ready to take flight
I jump...
I fall, endlessly into a pit of nothingness
I see nothing, I hear nothing, I am nothing
My doom has caught up to me
My inevitable fate is here
My eyes open wide and the blackness envelops me for eternity
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