Dark tunnels
Black soul,
Disappearing down a rabbit hole,
Finding things best left alone
Descending into the unknown,
A denizen of darkened gloom
Claustrophobic, no room,
Utter despair in this tomb
Being reborn from a new womb,
Looking for an escape route
Gasping for air, I see the truth
That is is simply in my head,
Laying here in my bed,
Seeing the illusory can be
Nearly almost anything.
fauxcroft 
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