a tomb of empty echoes, cobwebs in every corner
a dark, unpleasant odour creeping near the floor, suffocating
eyes welded shut, stitched together in stupidity
no light reaches here
it is lost

narrow passages, much too narrow
twisting and turning, confusing
hands groping for familiarity, finding nothing,
but shadows and dust
shadows and dust

tighter and tighter the walls squeeze
crushing, suffocating
eyes straining to open and see
choked by the decay
drowning in my own death