Despair washed over me in massive grey waves, crashing headlong, - melting my humanity.
Stripping away all the love I once felt.
Death came near; I could smell it's vile breath as it caressed my face.
Had the razor been near, my doom would be washing the walls red.
I tried to run, but fear held my feet in chains of Iron, and movement was impossible.
Finally, the veil lifted, my tongue swollen and raw.
I gulped mightily from the cold, rancid tap to slack the burning thirst.
It was not quenched.
And may never be again.
