Its pitch black out here, ‎barely seeing a thing. ‎I can't can't move an inch, ‎nor bear out my voice. ‎ ‎I'm standing in this very room, ‎Voice shut, eyes closed. ‎Steady standing, composed breathing, ‎until I'm numb, until dying. ‎ ‎But maybe this is all I want, ‎to be stuck, to be locked. ‎I lack the courage to go out, ‎or maybe I just love the dark. ‎ ‎Confused as I am, ‎or just a cowardly one? ‎Perhaps just waiting to be found. ‎