What about us?

Where are you?

The sky is pitch black, with nothing to track.

I tear my eyes open, but my mouth is unspoken.

Can not whisper or scream, perhaps it’s just a dream?

When did we?

Lost in despair, with both in the void.

There is no air, and worlds are destroyed.

A blank wall to stare at, with caverns to repair.

Everything is dead, nothingness ahead.

How?

How did we end up in the deepest blackened hollow,

where light dares not tread.

The shadow dragging deep down the lane,

No sun or rain, just dread.

Emotionless, uncovered in an abyss shallow.

What?

What about us? Did we fall into a perilous sinkhole?

Love is about trust, not a pit to sell the soul.

Now what?

Silent, rooted in the middle of nowhere…

Breathless, numb, and paralyzed.

Chased by pitch-black shadows, everywhere…

No words, unresponsive… hypnotized…