The dreaming immortal

 The darkness swallows all, The things I try to hold on, It clouds the light, making it murky, It blinds me And suffocates me deep inside. It sews my mouth shut, Playing with me like a marionette, I wondered why? Had I fallen so deep in this abyss, Is there truly no hope, To climb, crawl outside... Darkness was gentle, It gently cut me from my surroundings, It was obsessive, As it wanted me to drown in it , It whispered in my ears, And I could only hear it , helplessly, Cause couldn't see anymore.. My mind was clouded by darkness, Cause I always kept talking and bottling things inside, Self doubt grew, Which darkness happily feasted on. Empty from inside, Numb From outside, Darkness was not pleased, As it left me to rot in it. It crossed me,  I Could strangle and set myself free, But darkness held my hands saying  "If dying was so easy, I wouldn't be darkness, but rather death. Don't believe I will let you die. You will rot in misery." If you are reading this...

  When days of happiness drift away, And forlorn appears on the horizon Sun sets and darkness approaches Slowly cloaking me in it. I find myself enclosed by darkness , No moon nor stars on a chilly dark night. No lights nor headlights of cars or lamps, As I look at the dark lonely beach. The darkness starts to fill the emptiness inside me, It feels suffocating; I want to vomit , But in this dissimulate world, I suppress it. I start losing ambition; deviating, Blinded by darkness, In my eyes the world now appears Dark full of crimes and shady people With no one left to trust. I walk on this abrasion coast, With no hopes nor desires I find no reason to not be in this suffocating darkness , As I have nothing more left to sacrifice for happiness.