To look and to see nothing

With roaring sounds from silent shores

Up to the sky without end;

In unison with creaking floors.

Thunder booms from caged cell

While steps taken with weight and sloth

Using covers to shield thy face but

Apparent reapers whisper through cloth.

Life provides cover for movement

To stumble is death, and to speak, your doom

Time trickles down the spine as sweat follows

Now to get back to your room.