like a vice, it grips you
hard, fearful, intense, grimsome
its shadow overwhelms you like a monster
you try to run, but there is no end
there is no way out
you turn around and find nobody
blood surges and you find no control
you scream but there was no sound
the emptiness is compulsive
its a terrible ending,
no, there is no ending.
no ending
no wings for escapism
only a corner to bottle your tears.
you sit down and and look around you
it gets blurry
you have no idea
you are flying nowhere