Trapped

by Kelsey   Jul 29, 2005


Deep inside the darkest cave
Evil haunted the devil’s slave
Early morning or latest night
No way to tell, not the faintest light
No echoes, for no one spoke
To open your mouth, on words you’d choke
Air so thick to breath is hard
Which way to go? Draw a card
Paths split in everyway
Which of these will find us day
Roads ending in solid rock
Always finding places to stalk
Smooth walls as cold as ice
Too dead a place to dare suffice

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