Acquiescence

He sits alone, a lost soul, long since detached from society.
Welcoming the darkness to hide in its shadows.
Clinging to the fringes of sanity.
Destroyed by endless pressures he watches as the walls edge closer.
Slowly at first, increasing rapidly with each shallow gasp for air.
Feeble arms outstretch attempting to resist the now inevitable blow.
Relentless submission apparent once more.