Time, has been cruel, looking out into the dust
From the tightly compressed box, devoid of any object,
Beside myself, an aging dog, my only visible friend
Next to all the ones I’ve conjured up, in my twisted mind,
All I can do, is look out into the howling nothingness
That has enslaved me to these walls, as I scratch
At them as each day passes, dragging my fingers
Deep into the visceral, coming out sick and dented,
I fear that when I fall into a deep sleep, and dream
That when I awake, I’m still in that dream, caged
In a worse hell than this, an everlasting nightmare,
An entrapment of my own mind, therefore my design
Seeded in the unventured crushing depths of my ocean,
Eyes getting heavy, as I fight to stay away from slipping
Further into the tunnel, where the end is the darkest edge,
It starts to hurt, to keep my eyes aware of my current state,
The room starts to slowly vanish, as the shadows swallow
It whole, then I awake, in a different nightmare,
A cave, with a glowing red lights, nestled in the blind
Corner, that was further away, than just a second ago,
Closer and closer, it nears, but never reaches,
When can I fall asleep now?
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