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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