You open your eyes to the pressure of absolute darkness. It is a dark so heavy that you can taste it oozing through the cracks in your lips-bitter and cold, forsaken liquor. You want to open your mouth and scream, but the fear of suffocation catches it in your throat and you start to cough and sputter on your own anxiety. Panic wells up just beneath your breast, and as it pools, you begin to feel your own heartbeat ricocheting of your ribs. Faster, inconsistent, your heart races to escape to self created drugs of adrenaline. You begin to shiver, the cold of your terror and sweat soaking you to the bone. You contract; entangling limb with limb, shriveling into nothing but a twitching shade in the onyx world. Your heart begins to slow, giving up, overdosing on its own blood.  Calmness sets in and you imagine that your eyes are closed, once again. Slowly you part your lips, inviting the darkness to its deed. Then there's nothing…nothing…eternally…


You open your eyes to the pressure of absolute darkness. It is a dark so heavy that you can taste it oozing through the cracks in your lips-and you scream.