Saturday, March 1, 2008

Fallen

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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