How does it feel, to be looking up at darkness?
The air is clingy isnt it.
You can't move and you ask yourself:
Why are you here?
Where are you?
Why isn't anyone getting you out?
You've clawed the hard wood above you so much you no longer have nails.
They've been ripped off.
You tried screaming for help,
but 12 feet of dirt isn't going to let your voice escape that easy.
You decide you like it here. It's comforting.
Your new humble aboude.
You feel movement all around you,
then light.
Blinding light.
You resent it, and scream.
It burns your eyes that had grown used to the dark.
You flail and fight till you look around you and realize,
You just woke up.
