Staring Down Into The Depths


Subconciuos Has Taken My Life


Breathing This Foul And Dank Air


Eyes Cannot Penetrate The Light


No Room To Panic Or Move


I Pray My Death Will Come Soon.





My Sorrows Breeding On My Fear.





The Tombs Of 1000 Lay Near,


Soon To Diminish Am I?


Lying There, Minutes From My Death


The Nausea Breeds On My Fear


Calling To The Victimes Of Fate


The Dead Cannot Answer My Calls.





My Body Falls To The Depths


And Darkness Has Engraved My Mind...


No Vision Or Solution


Gagged For Air, Deeper Below I Sink...