Final Writings

My Room

I'm stuck in this room.
It seems to change as time passes.
The room will be empty, with a single hanging light.
I'll be trapped there.
Not able to move.
I'll start to hear these noises,
Growls, clicks, footsteps, and more. I'll ignore them,
For the room has no door,
Nothing can get me.

I sit there, listening to these noises grow louder.
They get harder to ignore.
The light flickers, and struggles to stay on.
It loses power, it loses strength.

The noises are so loud that I can't hear my own screams.
Blood drips down from the ceiling,
It follows the cracks in the walls.
Darkness seeps in from all corners, reaching for me.
Hands emerge from the ground, grabbing me and keeping my body from moving.
I lay on the floor, unable to move, for the hands keep me still.
Unable to speak, for they've covered my mouth.
Only able to watch the darkness grow.
Water begins to flood the room, beginning to cover my body.
The darkness reaches the light,
They fight, the weak light against the darkness.
My muffled screams are unnoticed.
The light flicks out.
Darkness won.
The room is silent, and all I feel is the water rising.
The hands hold me down as I struggle to swim.
I begin to realize that it's no use,
And the water covers my still body.
My lungs burn, screaming for air.

I wish to be saved,
But nobody comes.
I get used to this pain,
And relax.
This is now my life.
Drowning in this water.
No..
This is my mind.
Drowning in my demons.