The stars didn't come out that night. It's dark, vary dark. The night has been very long. Fog suffocates the air. It is calm but the eerie calm where nothing dares to stir. 

What do you when it hurts so much to move. When the body and the soul is trapped by the darkness and pain that suffocates it. 

If you attempt to pull yourself out of it you crash into the dangerous surrounds.

So you just start to sink. You no longer fight it. Letting the water pull you down into the darkest depth. 

Drowning. No air. No struggle left in you. 

You embrace the darkness, engulfed in in eternity.