I know this place, it swallows you whole if you stop moving.
It's dark, and not as friendly as the shadows claim to be.
This place is one I've come to know through your troubled hands
and through the slits in my skin, it has come to know me.
Wandering aimlessly without light to find my way out of the abyss,
fighting off the grasp that holds so tightly.
But it's a battle that can't be won
when you're breaking your own bones to be free.