I feel like I’m shadowboxing. Attacking the world, lashing out at enemies that aren’t there. The only enemy that’s there, the only thing that creates darkness to form in the light, is myself. My own shadow. A darkness which has taken shape as part of my very being, through the entirety of my existence. There’s nothing to fight but myself. I destroy myself, slowly but surely. No level of running can allow me to outrun myself. I’m trapped in a permanent h*ll; the confines of myself, the limits which I have grown out of fear and pain. It encompasses me, leaves me isolated and alone. Now I’m surrounded with darkness; there’s no shadow to box. I’m only surrounded by darkness and mirrors, reflecting myself. My hopelessness, my true self. My own emptiness. I can’t face the hate and evil I have tried to suppress within myself. It’s a bulldozer, tearing at the walls of my soul. My heart is not beating; it’s pounding with the horrid desires I have contained within it, trying to consume me, escape me, that want to be released into the world. They want to eliminate the world that created them and gave them life. They want to kill me, you, and everything in between. The only way to save others is to sacrifice myself. Death. But then, who would inherit my inner demons? Would the ones who love me by the facade I constantly uphold be possessed with the same evil spirits that are hidden within me right now? If I ended my battle, would the war still be waged by the innocent souls I fight to protect? So, with uncertainty as my only fuel, I can only power on, to fight through another day. I am left to shadowbox the darkness that looms over my innocence, that overtakes me inside. The dark is eternal, infinite, and endless. But I must battle it; If I don’t, who will?