No sound escapes. Stitches aligning the lips, does a well job in keeping the peace. Rapid stirring between closed eyes. The terror climaxes and spills over from the mind and into the soul. Ripping the mouth open to scream.
Naught be the effort taken to imbue with the darkness. Wanted to be comforted by nothingness. But nothing goes down harsher such as the bitter taste the betrayal of ones strength. Failing to open your eyes.
So with the organ of sight stapled shut, nose that smell too much fear, thin wiry dread skulking through the veins and pieces of skin under dirty fingernails. One must endure the images beyond closed eyes.
Praying the sun will rise soon