Even though I was having a super-giddy laugh attack in school on Friday, I managed to write THIS:
The darkness of the pitch dark oblivion blinded all colours from thought. Just...black. Every noise was as loud as an elephants roar. The mind: pushed over the edge to the brink of insanity. The mental torture too dark for the Devil himself. Screaming and pain and sorrow: the only companions to keep you company. The soul broken beyond repair, and the mind unraveled like water. Tears become the only source of warmth, that travel down your icy cheek.
Fear bites the shallow thin skin, ripping and scratching slowly: painful.
You wake from your self-made prison, seeing the light of day for the first time. Brightness and happiness, so searing and light, that it can only burn. Regret for not living in the rays of gold, but in the ebony of the dark. Like fire, it burns so much, and the stiff ice of your heart melts to ash.