0.0~#!$8 Out of this darkness that is pushing down on me, someone come and take me for a blissful yonder, I plead desperately into the abyss that are my eyes: please, someone save me, I do not wish to continue any longer, but I still force myself to go on, towards my perpetual demise, but a darkness such as this, seem so lovely in contrast to my visions of the sky, should I continue? I feel everything around me, as if I am the everything, I feel myself. To desire something not darkness, is it an idiotic desire? I can see it all with my eyes, but I refuse to open my mind in trepidation, will it happen again. I feel that of me, carrying me to a place I am unfamiliar, is it a place devoid of darkness, is it a place devoid of happiness, is it a place devoid of devoid, devoid as my own. I know who you are, so why cower within that, the thing you enshroud yourself in, does it feel good, can I touch. Touch the light that I don’t deserve, a different kind of darkness, light.