I can feel the darkness

 enveloping me with

 the cold cloak of its own. 

 And No...I don't want to

 close my eyes, 

closed my eyes only to see 

those blistered feet 

 and frostbitten teeth.

 And yes...It's pushing me forward,

 to the edges I fear for so long.

 And I can feel the coldness 

enveloping me with

 the dark cloak of its own.

I know I wouldn't stay long, 

Stay long to hold on.

Pull me back to reality,

 My mind is drifting off

 to the land of paranoia

 And I am scared,

 I am scared 

to let go, It's easier 

Easier for them to seize me,

 Seize me in their visions.

I know I wouldn't stay long,

 Stay long to hold on.

I told myself: 'I am surrounded by unknown things.' I imagined man without ears, suspecting the existence of sound as we suspect so many hidden mysteries, man noting acoustic phenomena whose nature and provenance he cannot determine. And I grew afraid of everything around me – afraid of the air, afraid of the night. From the moment we can know almost nothing, and from the moment that everything is limitless, what remains? Does emptiness actually not exist? What does exist in this apparent emptiness?"

― Guy de Maupassant