Fading in the darkness,
Of a depth I don't understand,
Are you going to lend a helping hand,
Or join the wagon band,
And pull me to the dirty ground,
I hear a screaming sound,
That's enveloping and round,
Bound to the isolation,
In deep dark contemplation,
Through lack of communication,
And sheer trepidation!
My brain is put into dissection,
Will you manifest a decent resurrection?
Or conjure a continuing battle of mere mutilation!