Walls closing in,
Gasping for air.
Needing to run,
But not knowing where.
Every corner seems haunted,
There's no light to be seen.
Hearing such voices,
No one could know what they mean.
They chase me,
Everything does.
Everything is nothing,
Like how it first was.
Too much pressure, oxygen runs out,
I'm running out of life.
Is this how it feels like,
To be buried alive?
-anoeska
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 3:33 PM UTC
Walls closing in,
Gasping for air.
Needing to run,
But not knowing where.
Every corner seems haunted,
There's no light to be seen.
Hearing such voices,
No one could know what they mean.
They chase me,
Everything does.
Everything is nothing,
Like how it first was.
Too much pressure, oxygen runs out,
I'm running out of life.
Is this how it feels like,
To be buried alive?
-anoeska
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