I walked out of the bright sunlight
Into the windowless room
How dark it is, I thought,
Sitting down on the cold floor

I heard nothing
Not even the sound of my own breath
How peaceful it is, I thought
As chill crept into my skin

I pressed against the wall
My teeth were chattering now
And things began to take shape in the blackness
Twisting things
Frightening things

I couldn't feel my hands anymore
And my throat was raw
Cold fingers on my neck
My skin turned to crumbling stone

And when I heard pounding on the door  
I gave no answer,
Too ashamed of the darkness
And what it had done to me

"How horrible this is" I whispered to myself
As I grew colder
And colder
In that dark room, alone