fauxcroft

Living in a vacuum dark and small

I don’t know if I will rise or fall,

No air to breathe or anyway to see

Is this reality or must I disbelieve,

In order to survive and escape

And if I do get out will it replicate,

Within this real surely I can dictate

Or is this something to do with my fate,

An endless journey through dark, small vacuums

Or can I expect it to end real soon,

The conscious mind in a state of overload

Becomes something truly uncontrolled,

And as I scream for release no one hears

As the vacuum suppresses this with all my fears.