It's like -
Standing inside a dark well
Walls on all sides
A patch of sky
Distantly above
But far too far, and far too high
It's like -
A dark room
Inky black
You don't know where the walls end or begin
Blind, so blind, but I feel them
Closing, closing in
It's like -
Being asleep
Moving through treacle
My thoughts sticky slow
I'm static, brought standstill
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
I'm trapped inside the loop of circadian life
I blink - it's gone, another day, wasted
Empty black abyss
How did it come to this?
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