Dark brooding space
The pit so deep
It is never filled
Tugging at me
Pulling
Pulling
Grasping on the edge
Dirt under my fingernails
Failing
Falling
Never ending drop
Suspended there
Indefinitely
Queasy
Breaking
Absence of air
Like drowning
In no water
No true emotions
Just falsity all around
No hearts
Just zombies
An underworld
Somehow it’s mine
But I don’t want it
I feel myself
I am becoming one of them
Cold
Empty
Lost
Hear me
Screaming
Gasping
Crying
Dying here
Within myself
Seeking
The slightest ray of light
To release me
Engtovo ~ September 10, 2008
