Basking in the pitch black
Silence seemingly screams
Thoughts interwoven
For they are truly nightmares
Far from the pleasant dreams
High pitched squeaks and voices
There is no illumination
To enlighten
Scared of making choices
Dead eyed stares
Inched fear in the darkness
Knowing full well
No body cares
Death has taken them away
Hard to breathe
Or love another day
Still hearing his screams
No voices
~Divine