In the brink of tears I no longer feel the rage of weeks pass, yet I sink downwards in the darkness, and as I fall, my perception of my surrounding brightens in the shadows, no longer using my sight to distract me I can touch the cold of the darkness and taste its bitter flavor, the high pitch of its silence deafening me while it completely drowns me

and yet I cannot succumb to the gloom, just as to any of the instabilities and impossibilities this life has given me, i must struggle to refuse the darkness gentle embrace, for i am the re-incarnation of liberty, the voice of defiance, the embodiment of rebellion, and I cannot rest