Pressure was tight in the cave,
Feeling as though I were diving down deep,
Deep into the sea, spotting odd fish.
Yet there was nothing in the cave,
Nothing to be seen anyway.
I felt you either way,
Crushing down on my head, popping my ears.
Some left, one asked, I confirmed.
You were there, there beyond our sight,
And as I looked I remembered the proverb.
Blood is not what I need.
Now eyes, eyes are what I need,
I need eyes.
For you.
For me.