Obscurity.

Thoughts fly, thoughts fly; head spins, head spins.
The darkness is overwhelming, heavy upon your conscience.
The darkness is full of wonder, full of fright, full of unanswered questions.
It comes and won't leave without an answer, yet finding that answer seems impossible.
You feel like a blind man, stumbling along. The darkness has completely blocked out the sun.
You crawl from door to door, begging for help but everyone's suggestions seem inadequate. This is an answer you have to find for yourself.
There is danger in this black scenario. You can't see that terrible figure but you can feel it's presence weighing down your heart.
You know it is merely a matter of time until it pounces upon you, tearing your emotions to shreds.
What will become of you now, will you give in along the way?
Will you finally find that light, your answer, and be able to push back these tormenting clouds? This agonizing smog?
There seems to be no hope. Someone will die along the way. It seems like the darkness will soon overtake the entire city.
Will you sit there and watch as your life is thrust into permanent obscurity? Or will you fight the battle in which victory seems so unlikely?