Staring down into the depths
   Subconscious has taken my life
   Breathing this foul and dank air
   Eyes cannot penetrate the light
   No room to panic or move
   I pray my death will come soon.
  
   My sorrows are breeding on my fear.
  
   The tombs of 1000 lie near,
   Soon to diminish am I?
   Lying here, minutes from my death
   The nausea breeds on my fear
   Calling to the victims of fate
   The dead cannot answer my calls.
  
   My body falls to the depths
   And darkness has engraved my mind...
   No visions or solution
   Gagged for air, deeper below I sink...