Restriction,

Just a small poem,

I walked through a doorway,
No way to go back,
I hoped to find a new light,
But everything here,
Is entirely black,
Everything is going dark.

There are no feelings,
No love, no hate,
Only a need to apparate,
I feel the walls,
They're closing in,
Could this be,
My very end?
Everything is going dark.

I feel it, the restriction,
As it wraps around my lungs,
Crushing me, defeating me, hurting,
I begin to a feel a lightness,
It creeps its way through my mind and soul,
No, it couldn't be....
It's you,