Ailing on a cold chair
the lack of air is choking me
Everything is dark
or maybe I cannot see
I touch my head with my weak hands
I hope my eyes are still there
I have no nails
I cannot suppress the pain
I feel like I'm not alive
Try to contain this fear
trying to remind
what brought me here
the nightmare isn’t over
I thought I’d woken
I try to get up but I fall
I break a glass jar, that spread shit on the floor
I creep until the chain stops me
I’m cut with broken glass, digging into my hands!
I can see a bucket with cement and broken bricks
The exit has been walled up from inside!
There's no one else here. I did it
I thought I’d woken
I did it
I did it
I did it

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