It’s a knife that pierces your soul;
Slow, agonizingly painful.
You beg to make it stop, plead for mercy and relief of a heartache.
When it’s dark and quiet, you feel alone.
When your allies have abandoned you and you want them.. No, need them to come back.
You pray that they won’t leave you alone again.
Because you know that once are alone, the things that go bump in the night come to life.
Senses heightened in fear and anticipation.
The darkness closes around you.
You feel trapped.
Powerless and weak, you pray for the light to find you.
It never comes.
You lose hope.
You start to accept the darkness, become part of it.
Heat and light become such a rare commodity that you don’t notice the cold and desperation lingering there anymore.
You are no longer dependent on such luxuries.
You become strong.
Strong on independence, self-reassurance, and instinct.
You forget what it’s like to be loved.
It’s times like these when you find out who you truly are.