Your Eyes Slowly open but nothing can be seen Your cries Go unanswered, only echoes of your screams Reaching out, fingers graze, splintered wood you're in a cage Scratches up and down the sides but still no give Lungs heave in and out Panic climbs but still you live Save your breath… it could be your last Gasping beneath the soil, submerged in rot Breathless - Death’s embrace your final thought Save your breath… it could be your last Above. Below. Confined. Both sides. Save your breath. It could be your last