a very dark night

it was very dark last night, the moon and stars hide their faces from me yet again, as if they are ashamed. have i been betrayed? in a thick fog i felt my soul depart from me, hiding also from me. paranoia is setting in. anxiety. what could go wrong? what are the chances? as good as anythings chance i suppose. stray not from the lighted path, or the fires glow at night, or the company of loved ones, because solitude can be dangerous, too much time in your mind can trap you there. the human mind, boundless, like a library of incoherent and blank pages. with my minds eye i gazed upon an image, a beautiful picture, existance... and before me i saw it ripped into shreds, and strewn about my boundless prison, and now it cannot find focus, stuck too long on the image... it cannot know anything less, and there is nothing equal. i have heard that hell is a burning place, but i feel so cold, and surely this place, riddled with demons are crying things, is hell. this place, which sees not the rays of the gilded sun above, which confines madness and shelters horrible things. i am shackled by cords that do not exist within this place, this very dark night.