Off the top of my head.
Taking up space
and wasting away in this place
Long years i have suffered in this room,
time does not seem to take effect
I hear the crying of the fallen ones
i hear the screams of the troubled
i hark at the moans of those left cold
Senses fail, light closes in, i see the utter blackness that binds me
i hear the screams of those in peril
i smell the putrid scent of death and decay
i feel the coldness around me
I Awake
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