Catacombs:

Into my mind I fall

Falling, falling into the catacombs of what I have lost

Falling into the shadows of what I cannot remember

I am forced to look for what I cannot remember, for what I have lost.




Running, running; I am searching for myself

I cannot remember where I come from, or who I am.

In the catacombs; I hope to regain.




Lost…

I am lost with the depths of catacombs

Running swiftly… looking… searching…

what I am searching for?




Within the catacombs one can end two ways

One is to get lost, that is the easiest way

The other is for that person to find what they are looking for




Within the catacombs I am scared

Within my mind I am scared

I find myself, but I lose myself.




Surrounded by crystals I find what I was looking for

I find myself… I look amazed at what I see

I see an animal begging to get out

Wanting to live, wanting to set free.




Within the catacombs one could be lost, or one could be found

But to set free what one finds means to lose one’s self

Within the catacombs no one wishes to end up..