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In the depths where I dwell

It is black and it’s cold

And the tick of the clock marks my time.

Arcing light above me

The fluorescence flickers

And casts shadows on me like a crime.

Here I lie, a prisoner, an insect in the amber

And the agony I felt just an echo

Presentiment of something else invades my mind with frozen

Clarity, yet has no place to go.

I look down at my feet

One’s gone

Who performed this feat?

One's gone

Contraption, it has seized me

I cannot escape from the filth

And the flesh that is scattered all round.

In the soil, the blood has seeped, I’m haltered in this chamber

And my foot is part of me yet not it seems

It has it’s own cognition and it glowers in my face but

Resolute, no answers only dreams.

Why can’t

I recall the past?

How long

Is this going to last?

And there in sharp relief

The cables they will sing

Then hum in disbelief

The cables they will sing

Tubes run along the floor

Cold to my veins they bring

I can't take much more

Cold to my veins they bring

Depths where I dwell....

My eyes follow the cording

Its torturous path leads

Clock marks my time...