In mind of the situation
Of the darkness held within
Let me help you with your breathing
Inhaling grains of sand

Standing over the trapdoor
Hidden hands grasping  the cord
Giving it another tightened yank
With the loosening of the floor

There's an echo in the chamber
Hello...is anyone home
Did you read all the disclaimers
That have left you here alone

A cold wind blows the book open to a blank page
Where there are no words to explain
The emptiness of the blank days
As shoes with no socks splash puddles of rain

Grabbing the ledge with all of your might
Feeling gravity's pull
On the edge of nowhere in sight
Giving into the scream as it lets itself loose