Burning Out

It's so dark now.

The feeling you get when the light in front of you fades away to nothing. When the floor underneath you crumbles to dust and doesn't just slide away. The kind of dark where you don't even see the shadows in front of you nor any silhouette. The kind where you just want to hide away from the storm.

But it's brewing. Madly. And it's chasing after you. Running doesn't help but when has it ever.

The thrill is long gone now along with sanity.

It's getting dark now.