Nothingness surrounds me,

Suffocates me.

I am surrounded by emptiness,

Stuck in quarters devoid of light.

I may have found this comforting,

But not now,

Not here.

Here, I am stuck and insignificant,

Hidden by shadow.

If anyone's looking for me,

They won't find me here,

Encompassed by the eerily familiar color of the night.

The darkness reminds me that I do not know why I am here,

That I do not who trapped me,

Hauled me away as if I was nothing.

Perhaps I am.

The darkness has a sick way to it,

A certain way of making you think, A certain way of bringing out your deepest fears.