Buried

an equal and opposite reaction, i beg to differ

the ceiling is coming down on top of me

im not sure im going to react

out and breathing

in and buried

i cant decide

my eyes, the sun

are those real tears?

where am i

who am i

what am i doing here

who are you

do i know you

maybe you wont hurt me

should i chance it

i have to stop talking to myself

im in the dark

whos hand is that

where are you taking me

i'll go with you

it doesnt matter where

its just out of reach

climbing, bleeding, shaking

its too high

fallen into this heap

shallow, raspy breathing

im buried