As the darkness consumes me with all of its might,
I pray for a glimmer, a spector of light.
The weeping is loud, it comes from all sides,
But nothing is true, this echo, those cries.
Invisible stairs, they won't leave me be.
I follow the voices, since I cannot see.
I've punctured my hands, my feet, and my face,
So my blood surrounds where I rest my case.
I know no one's searching, since I chose this path.
How deep is the delve? Have I dug enough?