I can't see,
It's always dark
I smell blood,
I think it's me,
My face is dripping blood,
The walls are dripping,
But I don't know of what,
I'm shivering from head,
To toe,
My walk has a limp,
My life has a glitch,
By myself,
I walk,
There is no light,
No sound of life my the dripping of walls
And the sound of my walk,
There is no smell but the blood on my face,
And the foul smell coming of the walls,
For NOW this is what its like walking down,
Walking down my life's cave. |
