My soul claws at my internal walls for release. Vomited up from the deepest, darkest pit of me, Like a bat escaped from some hell, a single cry escapes, free. It's not a word, but the sincerity is heard in every note of its plea.
I look up to see oblivion shutting back over me Like two eyelids closing over what will become a dream. I am witnessing it all from the depths, unable to speak. Every time I try to use my voice, there are human symbols restraining me.