Walking through the dim light,

On the path that’s bleeding red.

Legs stepping forward in lane,

With disgraced and dull pain.

Breathlessness along with strokes,

Shivering and fatigued brain.

Loss of pain and loss of senses,

Moving as if in constant tenses.

Past images, Present’s fact,

Future’s all miserably black.

No light, No shiny breeze,

Just sucking my life within.

There is fear and there is hope,

It’s Growing Dark,

For moving out not a single scope. 

It’s Growing Dark,

Capturing and Captivating me.

It’s Growing Dark,

Killing me apart.

“It’s Growing Dark… have lost all my paths.”