Eleven Lines

Closed in a closed cave 

Its's so dark I cannot see my own skin

No flashlight, no torches, no matches, helpless

I can't start a fire...its's so dark I see no light

When something shines, someone will get hurt 

Maybe devoured by bats of my own self

In multiple bloodsucking forms, will I escape?

Maybe I will find happiness im lost and torn

Decisions, decisions, desicions...undecisive

Closed in a closed cave, on the wall I carved

"It's so dark I cannot see my own opening" 





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