Fear Inside

It possesses me, wholly grips me in shadow, and holds me in unforgiving darkness; I cannot see, my senses shrivelled, like the meagre rays of light - weak light that betrays my movements, betrays my motives to overcome my fear, and the desperate dark. Oh! I can taste it, its salty gravitas on my speechless tongue: I cannot call for help, cannot help myself. The fear it grips, the fear it grasps my nerves; on the edge of oblivion, it leapt inside me, and I crossed the chasm, fire far below, the green-cold fire below. I don't have wings to take me past, but the only thing that's left: my goodwill.