The light at the end of the tunnel is closing. It is closed. I haven't been able to reach it. I recall the last time I tried - the darkness wouldn't let go, it sucked me further into it's murky depths, sufficating me with it until I was forced to breath it in. I belong in the depths of eternal night, if not of my own choice, I am a resident now.

 I tried to lock the boy I was deep inside, a boy afraid of the demons lurking just beyond the faint light flickering around his innocence. Now the edges of light have frayed and it is too late for the boy to pick up a weapon to fight the enclosing darkness. It crepts closer by the hour, by the minute, by the second.  Knowing that victory was at hand, it swept over the boy, imprisoning him forever to that darkness, to cry where no one would ever hear, driven insane by the laughter of his own demons. 

I am lost in myself.  The hour for crying for help has passed me by. It went unheard. Solath pushes at me, trying to break the walls of my mind down to reach the darkness where the boy is trapped. I can't let him. He'd *between* himself with shame if I let him. I cannot let anyone in. I cannot trust anyone. It is too late. My path is already put in front of me, and I must stick to it, since it is a thin line between life and death.

It is like living with the dead. Could I be dead inside? A shell of what was, empty with only fleeting memories of hate. The demons are my friends.. It is too late..  

There is no salvation...