900
Its been two days since i've heard the knocking in my shell,
I remembered how they laughed, mocked and said see you in hell.
No matter how tight I squeezed my ears in my mind I could still see,
I could feel the weight on my soul and weighing on the ogee.
Scrapes and scratches,
Crawling Clusters crumble.
Omnipresent At the impact of my termites shaved hyperion and blue gum,
Darkness harangues my dilate souls window oh how long to see the sun.
The noise has faded and so has the gassy #8,
I strike a match; light so precious but quickly to escape.
The walls concave my stomach does too,
As i lay patiently interim my impending doom
Im to terms with it but why so long to de-create?
Ill keep asking this; while I wait,
While i wait;
Wait.
