Fear. Fear is still holding on a little, I think.
Shame, shame is still holding back empathy.
Guilt, guilt is a broad step on the road forward.
Release, release is not possible, not in this world.
Dark night, a dark night hovers all around, here the sky is big, and the blackness is heavy. The dark, noiseless, night find even itself oppressive. It presses its weight down on to the day, the shadows stealing what was once light; a brightly coloured joy transformed into a menacing series of greys. A figure waits. A figure waits beside you. Still. No sound. With the blood pounding, your mind racing, you hold yourself. Still. Hold yourself, hold your breath. Do. Not. Breathe. The figure is motionless, yet its very presence is as a looming threat. You cannot, will not move. Not even a sigh. Wait. Wait until that other entity moves on. You are scared. So scared. Lost. So very very lost. The beast, whatever it is, will not steal your last breath. You are determined of that.
As you stand there, without the slightest movement, you are not yet aware that your last breath has already been taken. Hold it just a little longer now……