Gradually consumed

Darkness smothers me a little more each night    
Sometimes I manage to tear through it's barricade but it ends up rebuilding itself into a stronger force    
There are no ghosts to keep me company just another evening spent with my thoughts    
Light still fails to enter my bedroom window    
So much so that my eyes have adjusted to the gloom  
Like a porn star at her final scene,it swallows me whole  
Repeatingly overflowing my brain with thoughts    
Thoughts that might make me go completely insane if I don't fight it    
But who says I want to?