Darkness wins

I\'m surrounded by darkness that haunts me day and night,
Slowly it\'s killing me,
bit by bit nudging the blunt knife deeper and deeper into my heart,
infecting my soul.
Feeling myself die,
I go to scream HELP,
Before the word comes out it puts it\'s horrid palm over my mouth.
Whipering in my ear,\"They can\'t help you.\"
Brainwashingly I believe those words.
It\'s right they can\'t help me, I can\'t even help myself.
Giving up my fight for life, I lay in blackness.
The darkness wins.
It\'s prize,
is to watch me die.

As the infection sinks in, flowing though my vains.
I feel it splitter my insides,
ripping though my lungs, tearing away pieces of my brain.
But the Darkness decides it\'s not quick enough.
It grasps my neck,
squeezing, choking me.
I grab it\'s horrid hands, atemping to loosen the grib, but I can\'t break free.
I try to cry out,
but the words can\'t come out!
I want to fight again,
but it\'s too late now!
I want to live!
I want to stay alive!
My final breath escapes me.
My grip loosens.
Darkness wins.