A light shines through the Gray.

Bright and harsh against my eyes.

The

Gray scatters from the light, it does not like light. It despises light, in fact. Even a

Monster's

fear can be childish.

I try to close my eyes, but the light has its

Hold

on me, transfixing me. Hypnotizing me. I am under the spell of the light. There

Is

no escape from the light. The Gray is everywhere, surrounding the light, conquering its fear. The Gray smothers the light. The light and happiness is tortured, slowly and painfully, and then it's murdered. The Gray, as if afraid of another light, thickens and surrounds me. The Gray is

Tightening

its hold on me, making sure I will not escape. I am a butterfly and my wing is pinned. He is my captor, he holds my Fate. He could release me, or he could make me go boom.