Prologue
Trapped I am in the endless night,
Agony is barely held at bay,
As I trudge along in the endless rain,
Forgotten am I in the mists of time,
Oh woe is me for I cannot see the light!
Cold, so cold and yet…so hot…so dark.
Moving shapes swirl, darker then the darkness. They grasp for me…but fall short of reaching.
I am no longer there for I know the difference…but if I am not there then where can I be?
I am trapped under something heavy, yet almost soft in quality and…Ai! It burns. The heat. I am trapped! There is no way out for my eyes are open yet I cannot see!
Why wont they help me?
TBC
