Feeling the power of the darkness
Desolate remains are scattered
I am sick but unyielding
Yet my body lies prostrated
Upon this dungeon floor

The gloom is thick with poison
Venom taking control
Time is man’s most valuable thing
Without time…
Man is lost in oblivion

Time ticks by
And I know I’m still alive
A hard awakening is born
Sending currents of blood
Flooding through my heart
I am still alive!

My wounds are deep and salted
My life is one dark bruise
Tears of rage and illusion
This pit is a tomb

Am I condemned to death?
Was my body even brought here?
This pitch darkness causes ellipses
As I try and stand
Finally I walk

Reaching a temporary composure
I imagine a death
A death so mortifying
That I enwrap myself
With ease
What a solid relief…
To finally die

But alas!
My walk to find an excursion
Has ended abrupt
By a sudden drop to abyss
I fall and tumble downward

Awaking in a blanket of blood
I can feel my soul release
Time is all I really needed
But what is time…
Without man?

What is any moment of time…
Without my man?