As the walls close in.
My blood pulses through my veins.
I dash around, looking for some escape.

No avail.

Darkness is glaring down upon me.
I am alone.

Water drips down the walls
or is it blood?

..my own blood.

And as the red darkness fills my lungs,
I lie down,
submerging myself fully to the ending,
Realizing that I'm truly leaving,
and never coming back.

And when I figure I am fully gone,
I see a spot of air
and grasp it.

I shall not be finished.
Not Yet.

Not without a struggle.