I can smell the darkness, drawing itself nearer to my very soul, taking me captive, hiding me in the shadowed jail, waiting, watching, i've given it a figure, the lights dim out further as the wind whistles louder in my ears, behind the iron bars of my mind, i am held prisoner, until the sun can set me free not my best but i think it's ok. Please read and review.
Yeah...Lol I'm Not Gunna Say It's Short..ven though it is because everyone else did but i like it..!!!