I feel the shadows slowly peel off the walls.
They quietly rip from the corners,
hungrily make their way towards me.
snuffing out light,
pausing now and again to be sure their victim is as weak as she appears.
Calculating their moves, working as one.
One of many.
So many against the weak and injured light of one.
Will she fall this time?
Even if she does not fall, they lick their lips anxious for a taste.
The taste of despair and failure.
The stench of rotten wasted hope entices them to creep closer.
A broken heart, a soiled soul, a lost cause.
All a feast for the darkness. All good things that end are for them.
All good things gone wrong, all dead dreams, hopes and love,
but mostly; faith.
I feel the shadows upon me.