Nothing to see.
Not a fucking sound.
Got to get out.
Get out.

Frantic eyes scanning.
For figures in the dark.
Hearing nothing.
But your own pounding heart.

Screaming for help.
Makes you vulnerable.
Silence yourself.
If that's even possible.

Desperately searching.
For any scrap of light.
Heartbeat racing faster.
Fists clenching tight.

Biting, clenching, helpless here.
Pulse increasing, the threat unclear.

Escalate the threat that you're feeling here.
An ominous, evil, brooding fear.
Nothing to see, nothing to hear.
In this cold and choking atmosphere.
Fear.
In this your own black pit of fear.

Nothing to see.
Got to get out.
Screaming for help.
Silence yourself.

Rationality doesn't factor into this.
Anxiety will claw you apart.
You were always doomed to die here.
Right from the very start.

Your fear will end when you do.
You can stop this yourself.
This terror is closing you in.
Nobody's coming to help.

Your legs are shaking, struggling to keep you upright.
Paralysed arms hanging limp and useless by your side.
Retching and gagging, bent over in pain.
Sickening waves of nausea pulse through you again and again.

Your body can't handle what your mind is doing to it.
Folding into yourself as you collapse to the ground.
Sweating and shaking and shuddering uncontrollably.
As you finally give in and submit to a cold and lonely end.
Lying limp, lifeless and pathetic in a puddle of sweat and shame.

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