Okay, this poem may freak quite a few of you out, but it describes how I was feeling at the time.

A light in darkened corridors,

Stretching through the endlessness,

Stretching through the scave

And scanty tears within the papered walls.

Brushing off your warmth,

Brushing off your cold,

The calling of eternity

Rests forever in these crevasses.

The bony fingers reach to me,

Touching me,

Ready to receive me.

But I don't fear.

I despise.