Infinite Midnight

Hours turn to days as I slip through this, but the days are without day, for I see nothing but darkness. I rise to the absence of life giving light, to be greeted only by fragments and reflections. I fall before I can catch a glimpse of the pure thing, and it has been so long that I begin to question if it was ever really there at all, or if we have always wandered in twilight, and that we only dream of daytime as something magical and unreal, something we wish for. Here I am, stumbling through infinite midnight, welcomed to a world I once knew, and my have never known anything but. Come to darkness, they chant...but were we not born to it?