the room turns to black br and everything fades to darkness, br i can't see my own fate, br let alone my own fingers, br there is no way out, br or if there is, i cannot see it. br i will be trapped here, br my oxygen count is depleting, br and i no longer feel safe, br it feel like the walls are closing in, br and squishing me, br till it feels like my lungs will collaspe, br i will die in the pitch-black place, br will anyone be able to hear my screams, br or will they just turn to silence after a while, br will anyone care that i am missing, that i am gone? br will they come looking for me, br will they shout my name in agony and despair, br or will i be lost with the other dead people, br that no one ever cared about.