The sky is creeping closer,
crashing down from above,
falling and crushing your chest
as it locks you in. Tight.
Silence in huddled corners
creeps up on you,
drives you into yourself.
Don’t struggle:
Stay away.
It will all come to an end.
The sky is creeping closer,
crashing down from above,
falling and crushing your chest
as it locks you in. Tight.
Silence in huddled corners
creeps up on you,
drives you into yourself.
Don’t struggle:
Stay away.
It will all come to an end.