Decay of Hope

The

black
is everywhere.

You can
crouch,

make yourself

smaller,
but

it doesn't change
a thing.

It only
seeps in

around you.

You can be

alert;

you can
fight it,

but it doesn't

do any good.

Confusion is

its ally,
you

cannot escape.

What more is there
to worry

about

now?


You're lost
and


alone.