Carved in Darkness

Picture Credits: ideogram

I fell into another hole

The others still stomp above my soul

Their shouting deafens my ears

Blinded by the darkness that follows

Only this dying little flame guides the shadow

Showing the art on the walls carved by me

The others tremble this unknown path

They think I'm thriving in the dearth

It's the cold mud beneath that keeps me warm

There's an unsettling smoke I smell

The others are setting a fire in hell

Harder to breathe, maybe it's for the best

Hush, there's an unusual silence

Ironically I ought to miss their presence

WHOOPS!

I fell into another hole.