You're tired of despair... You're crawling... The floor scratches your knees, your legs, it bloodies your hands... The ceiling is closing in, the gap is getting tighter, but you're crawling... Theres a light, its distant, it's small, but it's a light... And you're crawling. Is this the hope you've been looking for? The relief from the despair? You pick up pace, ignoring the pain, ignoring the cuts and scrapes, ignoring the bloodloss.... Crawling faster... The light is bigger... But then... It blinks out of existence... You're stuck, you're scared, you're thrown into total darkness, your hope is gone... Until the light appears again... You crawl again... The light blinks out again... Then back, then gone, then back... It's getting faster, it's not lasting as long... Wasting no more time... You crawl faster and faster, you bruise and batter your body, you crawl through that ever-enclosing space space, crushing your bodies proportions, until your bone pierces your skin... Until you're close to that blinking light at the end of the tunnel and then... You realise.... What is a tunnel?
It's a hole... And @conzibald is fucking the only opening... He spunks on your face. The end.