It's been what seems like forever,
never, drilling into the surface
of what never seems to be.
Soft as lead.
Whenever we wonder,
wonder, of what could have been
in this burrowed coffin.
Somewhat dead, resting in your
natural bed.
Break into the mind of what we never see,
lost into the maze of uncertainty.
Feeling only this sensation numb.
Numb from the Black Widow's bite,
feel their fright, right before you come
fade into the
dreary light.
Shouting of the words to shake you awake,
shrill as the Raven's scream.
Seeing your life from this thin window,
cracked from the dull beak.
Awake and shatter from their waking and bleak world,
it shall endow you your,
ambient comatose.
