Dark as the darkest night is bright my mind and body has become, and even though the darkness continues to fill my lungs I continue to breath deep hoping to get my last breath in before the darkness consumes me.
Reaching out for something to grab onto, I continue to struggle to stay breathing for just a moment longer, while the darkness creeps over me unstoppable, unrelenting.
Just as my head is about to be completely covered who is this? a hand? And why? have they come to save me or condemn me?
As this new hope arises I feel them grabbing on to my reaching hand and for a second of hope, warm embrace, and a new found love they let go and I'm no longer able to hold on and for what was is no more only darkness.