Staring down into the depths

Subconciuos has taken my life

Breathing this foul and dank air

Eyes cannot penetrate the light

No room to panic or move

I 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 death

The nausea breeds on my fear

Calling to the victimes of fate

The dead cannot answer my calls.



My body falls to the depths

And darkness has engraved my mind...

No vision or solution

Gagged for air, deeper below I sink