The World's Battle Cry

I feel like I'm in a black hole,
the only thing I have with me are
my thoughts. The world won't listen to
my silent pleas. I'm slowly fading
into a world lost of texture.
Somebody help me!

I stay in that hole, blocking
out all of the world because I am of no
use to it. Instead of trembling in fear
of the darker than dark darkness, I relax
into its soothing calmness and become a hermit
dwelling in my cave. Scaring any curious beings
back the way they came.

Each day passes and I become more familiar
with the dark. The darkness has accepted me and I it.
The grimy wall bugs have become my friends
and my next meal. The wind that howls above me is my music.
The world may not be listening to
my ceased silent pleas, but I have become attuned
to its battle cry.