Cross my heart, hope to dye it all black. Like ink in my veins; my fingertips: pens, writing my fate on faded paper. read it aloud later, fold it and crumple it up. Pages litter my world. I'm lost beneath their ranks. Sinking in the pitch bleeding from my broken chest. The only light dimming, the only beauty here wilting. Fear grips my heart, crushes my brittle existence. It thickens the air, tangible breath. This earth tilts on it's axis, dumping me in the abyss. Hope, like stars, sprinkle the place between here and there. I'm carried away in a tide of nothing, though I feel there's gotta be something. Swirled around in the deep, or are my eyes just closed? Opened to reveal a paper doll planet, flimsy and easily burned. And I am made of fire and heat; incorrigible and deathly afraid.