An Unnamable Fear

   Am I falling? Am I slipping into that black hole? How can that be? I've just climbed out of it, but here I am, slipping backwords again. All that was left in that cold blackness was my foot. Now it's up to my knee and dragging me father in. I'm scratching the ground, trying to find anything to hold onto, anything to protect me from this never ending dispear. Falling father and father. It is at my waist. I'm calling for help and streching out my bleeding hand. It swallows me faster, using my fear against me. It is at my shoulders. I am losing hope. Where is my shining prince that will chase the darkness away and fill this hole? It is at my neck and binds my arms and legs. All I can do is scream as it covers my head. Soon it is all quiet, outside my body and in my mind.