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I am the lonely lantern surrounded by darkness. As my light of hope dies, all I can do is scream out into the unending silence, scream out in fear, in loneliness, in pain and frustration. For no one will find me in this abyss.

I can feel the darkness closing in. Its blackness goes into my lungs like smoke, but smothering me like water. I’m drowning. Drowning in my own tears and in my own blood, drawn out of me from the cruel darkness that grips at me.

I can feel my soul being swallowed. I can feel it gripping to the edge, trying to hold on, with tendrils of darkness wrapped around it. It screams out like I do; screams into the hole that have recently been opened and left empty. It is the hole that allowed the darkness to creep in. It is the hole that let darkness infect me with despair and depression. It is the hole that bleeds, and wails out in silent protest to the agony.

But no one can hear me. No one can feel my pain. everyone is in the light, in the colour, in the hope. I have been lost to that world. I am drowning in blackness, wallowing in self-disgust and hatred. Drowning in my tears and my blood, dying in silence and in pain, stuck in the abyss of agony, in the abyss of black.

I do not know the mercy of death; my traitorous youth protects me. It is wrapped around me in a sarcastic veil, warding off death, but consuming the darkness.

My lungs are completely filled. My heart has cried all the blood tears left. My mind has spun off course, and hoping to close in on itself, rending me blind and deaf in this place. I am neither alive of dead; I just exist.

But, after centuries of this suffering, I feel warmth. I feel it surround me, banishing the cold. My mind sizzles with the unexpected warmth, my heart unwinds out of its stiff knot and my lungs breathe in cool air, untainted by darkness. Salty tears leak from my darkened eyes, as I feel my sight being returned to me.

This is a trick. This is my suffering. The darkness wants me to see the destruction of this abyss and make me have to see it as well as feel it.

But its not. I see white. Light. Hope.

I choke as the black watersmoke leaves my lungs. I groan against the lessening headache. I feel my heart clench and unclench from its misuse. My eyes burn from the light around me.

I have never felt so little ache in my body. My mind flies, up into the clouds and soars. Its feels like I’m being wrapped up in cotton.

It isn’t another lost lantern. Its one to find me.

I feel a hand grip mine in reassurance, and I’m slowly led out of the great darkness around me.

Description
I am the lonely lantern surrounded by darkness. As my light of hope dies, all I can do is scream out into the unending silence, scream out in fear, in loneliness, in pain and frustration. For no one will find me in this abyss.

I can feel the darkness closing in. Its blackness goes into my lungs like smoke, but smothering me like water. I’m drowning. Drowning in my own tears and in my own blood, drawn out of me from the cruel darkness that grips at me.

I can feel my soul being swallowed. I can feel it gripping to the edge, trying to hold on, with tendrils of darkness wrapped around it. It screams out like I do; screams into the hole that have recently been opened and left empty. It is the hole that allowed the darkness to creep in. It is the hole that let darkness infect me with despair and depression. It is the hole that bleeds, and wails out in silent protest to the agony.

But no one can hear me. No one can feel my pain. everyone is in the light, in the colour, in the hope. I have been lost to that world. I am drowning in blackness, wallowing in self-disgust and hatred. Drowning in my tears and my blood, dying in silence and in pain, stuck in the abyss of agony, in the abyss of black.

I do not know the mercy of death; my traitorous youth protects me. It is wrapped around me in a sarcastic veil, warding off death, but consuming the darkness.

My lungs are completely filled. My heart has cried all the blood tears left. My mind has spun off course, and hoping to close in on itself, rending me blind and deaf in this place. I am neither alive of dead; I just exist.

But, after centuries of this suffering, I feel warmth. I feel it surround me, banishing the cold. My mind sizzles with the unexpected warmth, my heart unwinds out of its stiff knot and my lungs breathe in cool air, untainted by darkness. Salty tears leak from my darkened eyes, as I feel my sight being returned to me.

This is a trick. This is my suffering. The darkness wants me to see the destruction of this abyss and make me have to see it as well as feel it.

But its not. I see white. Light. Hope.

I choke as the black watersmoke leaves my lungs. I groan against the lessening headache. I feel my heart clench and unclench from its misuse. My eyes burn from the light around me.

I have never felt so little ache in my body. My mind flies, up into the clouds and soars. Its feels like I’m being wrapped up in cotton.

It isn’t another lost lantern. Its one to find me.

I feel a hand grip mine in reassurance, and I’m slowly led out of the great darkness around me.