Hardly breathing, the cold black stone
That continually lays on my chest
Chilling the air to painful
Grind my teeth in agony
Scratch at the walls and floor
I scream but no one can hear me,
Everthing's so dark.
I've been here for so long
But my eyes won't adjust
Still black shadows leer
Make me want to close my eyes
I can't tell if they are.
This voice keeps coming out of the darkness
Sometimes it asks questions, or cries,
Earlier it was screaming, asking questions
Whether it's eyes were open,
How am I supposed to know?
I hear the voice crying again
And it is strange, so strange,
Because it's tears are on my cheeks.

08/22/2002

Posted on 08/22/2002
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