As my eyes begin to open, I ask myself if it is day or night. Everything looks the same to me. A darkness blankets me, wraps me in its smokey embrace. Try as I might to fight this darkness, I can never escape its grasp. It hugs me all day, and smothers me each night. I know it is slowly killing me. I thrash around trying to escape the inky blackness, but its hold is too tight. I feel my life draining from me, a little more each night. My soul has made its self so very small, trying to keep away from the darkness. But it is slowly taking over all of me. I fear my soul will surrender its self to the darkness. I know this would be the end of me. But the more I fight, the tighter the blanket wraps around me. It squeezes me so tight, I can hardly breath. I can no longer cry out, being so tightly wrapped. I try to free my hands, so that I might claw my way out. The darkness just laughs at my efforts. The darkness is telling me that this is it, there is no more. No reason to fight, no reason to beg. The darkness has me and will never let go.