Darkness.
Total, unrelenting, inescapable darkness.
The shadows of doubt pour in around you. Encasing you. Like your cold tomb.
Breath is haggard.
Wheezing. But the passion keeps you alive.
The numbing cold seeps in. The huge weight hovering over you, Kept at bay by merely a barrier of oak.
But it's not just you. Dozens, maybe hundreds of souls, Encased themselves in the darkness,
Just like you. All in a row with you. Less than six feet away, there are people still free, Who do not have to endure the darkness.
Yet. But it the end, they all end up the same.
Buried.
Just like you.