The deep, dark pit
holds me tight,
Though my arms fight
with all my might.
Its pitchy blackness
filled with gloom,
Every hour
spreading doom.
On and on, I try to flee,
knowing well its not to be.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
The deep, dark pit
holds me tight,
Though my arms fight
with all my might.
Its pitchy blackness
filled with gloom,
Every hour
spreading doom.
On and on, I try to flee,
knowing well its not to be.