your eyes closed, you weren't breathing, or barely.
I didn't think about it at the time
how did I see your eyes? Why wasn't it scary?
this proved, I had maybe died.

you see, numbness speaks sometimes
and when I thought on it and didn't feel
I knew somewhere, I was sad inside
but which path had led me here?

it would be hard to retrace steps,
especially without a torch,
and in this darkened depth
I may forever search

I don't feel claws so that's a start
but maybe my teeth are sharper
my leathered skin letting less light in
I wonder if it's also my heart
I think I'll keep it later to ponder
lest I stray, further when i begin