December 24, 2022

Where does the hole stop.
When it begins to open.
Getting wider each minute.
Until it swallows you whole.
Scratch at the sides to escape.
Clawing to see light again.
Searching for the sun to shine.
To burn away you damned soul

The steps of anguish.
Climbing to the room of regret.
Where the wallpaper peels away.
Showing mould underneath.
Cracking bones on your feet.
Noise echoing ever more.
Reverberating endlessly reminding you.
To never sink beneath

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