Light growing darker,

Creeping in on those who are begining to surrender.

The mind is over drawn and at some points sinister.

Lofty weights hang from the heart,

Being drug along to get stuck in holes and roots of the living trees that despise you.

Black and greedy as your body excludes past features that might have once been right.

Might have once been right. 

Down.

Speeding like a rock, hurdling twards the water at the bottom of the well.

The eyes are down at the bottom, bodys slither slowely twards them.

Moving down the rocks, arms out stretched.

Fingers running over dirt ahead like reading brale.

Stay there.

You will rot.