The darkness presses in on me from all around.
Insided and out.
My true enemy, seeking my my surrender or destruction.
Relentless, merciless, cruel, and resourceful, everything can be used as a weapon to hurt me.
I can never win, only survive. If I lose, I lose everything. No score is kept, and most will never know this battle rages, or how critical it is I never give up.
The darkness is everywher, it hides in plain site, though shows itself to me to try and strip me of hope. I see it even if my eyes are closed, as it is filled me with images the will never fade. It speaks in millions of voices, creams in madness, and rage. Whispers lies, and violates the meaning of every word.
It's goal is to consume the light, and light is the only defense against it.
I am weary, yet still burm, dim, but still flickr, and at times find the strength to blaze like the sun.
I know there are other lights struggling against the darkness, they give me hope, and mourn the loss each time one gutters out.
