Eleven Lines
Closed in a closed cave
Its's so dark I cannot see my own skin
No flashlight, no torches, no matches, helpless
I can't start a fire...its's so dark I see no light
When something shines, someone will get hurt
Maybe devoured by bats of my own self
In multiple bloodsucking forms, will I escape?
Maybe I will find happiness im lost and torn
Decisions, decisions, desicions...undecisive
Closed in a closed cave, on the wall I carved
"It's so dark I cannot see my own opening"
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