And down the rabbit hole we go.
I grip your hand tight,
neon colors, blinding light.
We pass the thorny walls,
that tear at our arms,
bloody trail.
I trip on the skulls,
fall to the ground,
they shatter under me.
You keep running.
Your footsteps fade.
I go on alone.
The tunnel, deeper,
smell of damp earth.
No more noise.
You break the surface,
gasp for fresh air.
I break my bones,
at the bottom of the pit.
Choking on my blood,
there go my ribs.
I should've had a flashlight.
good think that when you look at your feet you find the candles i left for you, the diet coke and the corn dog sitting near the lighter and you breathe the fresh air that blows down the light shaft. look up, i'm holding my hand down for you to take.
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