The Lurkers' Domain

I push through this black room
With wet palms of strains and anger
My mind quakes inside for the notions that throb

I take no notice of those beside me
Only those behind, urging me on
Those obstacles in front of me
Sever and splinter under the weight of my steps
Pressing further into the black than ever before

And soon, I realize there are no barriers from others
Only what I put there myself