My imagination took me to a Stygian dungeon
Alone I sit and trepidation has squeezed my heart
Leaning elbows on the knees,
Covering the face with my hands,
I wished to stop moving in the maze of wandering thoughts
But mind,
That can not cease to think,
That can not cease to think,
Has snatched my hope
I scream,
I scream,
But realize I can't be heard
I should not pine for light of the day
I should not pine for light of the day
For I'll not see it
I close my eyes,
I close my eyes,
Knowing that,
It's death waiting with its gloom
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