There is a shadow that follows me. Shine a light on it... but the light, no matter it’s seemingly glorious luminosity, must extinguish, and it comes back, like a fatal tumor thought to have been successfully removed.
At night, it engulfs me. At night, I lay alone, paralyzed. At night, I allow its joyous pain to breeze over me, leaving me numb and stripped of my senses. The night I dread, I fear, I loathe.
There is now no escape- here I lay- but far gone... I am. I am it’s prisoner of war, taken hostage, and it’s time to return to my obligations. I must feed what has no mouth.
This demon of depth and death, shrieks in my ears making the blood that was once contained to my cold deadened heart now drip down my body.  It laughs at me, mocking my tears with its shrill cackling. The shackles placed upon me as if I’m it’s puppet rattle at my attempts of escape, but only grind the skin now gone and allow only my life to spill to the floor.
I am slowly slipping away from reality, there is now no light, the dark is all I know, and nobody notices.