A single water lily’s petal, as white as a winters day, falls into the crystal clear pond. The moment the petal hits, the water turns black as if death its self kissed the once clear pond. As the blackness reaches the bank the lily’s petals turn black along with the rest of the world. Unable to look away from the once radient white lily, the black darkness of nothing swalls me whole and I’m alone. The only reminder of the world I once knew a single white petal, that I no longer can see because of the darkness that surrounds me, that’s trapped me and proclaimed me as it’s prisoner till death. My own nightmare not coming face to face with the depths of death its self, but to know I no longer have a choice I’m going to die