I still haven't ate
Yet my soul feels ever consumed
By the void that swallows my sanity.
There is a darkness
Deep inside of me.
Too deep, I cannot dig to find.
Yet I scratch ever so desperately
At the wooden boards that trap my body.
For I've been buried alive.
There is no oxygen,
Yet my lungs still fill
With dreams, I've yet to see reality.
Ignorance is my only bliss.
For if I ignore these wooden boards
I may finally get some rest.