Unsurpassed, unwavering, unthinkable fear. There is no assurance of tomorrow. Any known stability, ripped from my grasp. The voices without end. There is no escape! They will be coming for me. Too late! Too late for me- too late for anyone to hear the cries of the forgotten and the forsaken. No use- no use of my screaming pleas. The voices silently yelling to me will never cease. I am my own worst enemy?- a possibility not fathomed. Could the thought of overcoming the complex of my mind truly be done? No. I am trapped. Darkness creeping in- closer, closer. Overtaken forever. No one can alter this foreshadowed grave- not even me.