dark days are here

You run from the dark shadows chasing you down, but every time, you trip, you fall, and you sink, further and further into the dark hell beneath your feet, "Trying to run from your problems won't help anymore" remarks the shadows, "Hunting you like dinner food" chants the shadows, taunting you from beyond the black abyss of nothingness, "Say hello to your little friend...", it's stops for a moment, thinking, about what would hit you the hardest, "Razorblade", it utters the unspoken word. You break down. Not saying, not doing, but. Breaking.