Staring down into the depthsSubconciuos has taken my lifeBreathing this foul and dank airEyes cannot penetrate the lightNo room to panic or moveI pray my death will come soon.My sorrows breeding on my fear.The tombs of 1000 lay near,Soon to diminish am I?Lying there, minutes from my deathThe nausea breeds on my fearCalling to the victimes of fateThe dead cannot answer my calls.My body falls to the depthsAnd darkness has engraved my mind…No vision or solution
Gagged for air, deeper below I sink…