I’m spiralling, spiralling
into the depths,
the depths of a great red sea.
Where am I going?
from where did I come?
What’s to become of me?
Coughing, coughing
constantly.
No cease, no end,
Merely unending misery.
My world is now red,
but it soon shall be black.
all I’ve left is dread,
there is no going back.
As the room grows darker,
as the world fades,
there’s so many things
that I wish I could say.
My world has ended so suddenly
what happened to my life?
To my carefree days?
Now my time is short,
the world is black.
No more dread,
no more going back.
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