• (this has a secret meaning ammounst it. Try working it out, and leave a comment biggrin I wanna see what it makes everyone think of)

    My lungs are aching.
    I cry out for help,
    But no one hears me.
    It’s a sharp, bitter night,
    And the moon shines bright.

    I hear panic lapsing with silence,
    The taste of fear on my tongue,
    I feel dead weights drag me down,
    Into the depths with no return.
    The moon shines dimmer and dimmer.

    I can’t move.
    I am paralysed,
    It’s impossible to breathe,
    The brightly lit sky seems to slip away,
    Dimmer and dimmer…
    Further and further…

    It all turns black.
    The sky caves in,
    The moon vanishes,
    I can’t hear anything.
    I can’t feel anything.
    I can’t escape...