Dig away from all the dissappointment
I get lonley in caves all by myself.
Thoughts lose everything all in the moment,
Scraping nails upon walls, all blood runs high.
Bats rush me into the pools of the deep.
Falling deeper than an endless abyss.
I am trapped with nothing but hollow sleep.
All I live off of is thoughts of our trist.
But being here this way does leave its mark.
Leaves its marks on my skin and hopeless heart.
Still moments flee, it's time to disembark.
Smoke clears, clarity begins to restart.
Darkness rises from the sands of stillness.
Only time can rid you of this illness.
(Written in Iambic pentameter)