Staring down into the depths

Subconscious has taken my life

Breathing this foul and dank air

Eyes cannot penetrate the light

No room to panic or move

I pray my death will come soon

My sorrows are breeding on my fear

The tombs of 1000 lie near,

Soon to diminish am I?

Lying here, minutes from my death

The nausea breeds on my fear

Calling to the victims of fate

The dead cannot answer my calls

My body falls to the depths

And darkness has engraved my mind...

No visions or solution

Gagged for air, deeper below I sink...