The walls are closing in,
Blackness,
Darkness
The water above are night.
A small untouchable beam of light
Shine through the emptiness.
A fan murmurs in the background
And the decadent siren of Engine Number 2
Flies by.
Falling…
Falling…
Falling…
Panic sets in
Blackness,
Darkness
The world above is night,
A doorway of light
Closes before me.
The haze ridden moon illuminates
The deep fog that covers that covers my eyes
Into a dark hue of death.
Falling…
Falling…
Fallen.
9/13/1993
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