I’m still here, in this hole,
This endless pit
I’ve been grasping outward for some sort of emergency aid kit

It gets lighter, and it gets darker
But I still haven’t been able to find the walls
Sometimes I take a break, to imagine myself as a character, but when I picture her, she just endlessly falls

I don’t know if I should call out for help
Should I call your name?
The sad thing is, it doesn’t seem to taste the same

My head hurts, and my stomachs terribly sick
Can anyone find a guiding light?
Because I’m scared, and eternally trapped in this dark night