stalagtites hang from the wet ceiling threatenining to break
i walk deeper into the dark moist cave of uncertainty
illusions are cast on the perfect mirror pools of water
throwing me off and making me lose my sense of direction bearings lost i wander aimlessky searching for a reprieve from my mutable surroundings
although hot above ground down hear in the dark it is cold
hypothermia begins to set and i can no longer move forward
i curl in a ball in the nearest corner
waiting for death
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aimlessky (you should fix that typo) lol. hear should be here.
This was a bit depressing for my liking, I must say..I am one for reading happy stuff...but it was not bad.
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