I Thought I'd Woken - Wrong

Ailing on a cold chair

the lack of air is choking me

Everything is dark

or maybe I cannot see

I touch my head with my weak hands

I hope my eyes are still there

I have no nails

I cannot suppress the pain

I feel like I’m not alive

Try to contain this fear

trying to remind

what brought me here

the nightmare isn’t over

I thought I’d woken

I try to get up but I fall

I break a glass jar, that spread shit on the floor

I creep until the chain stops me

I’m cut with broken glass, digging into my hands!

I can see a bucket with cement and broken bricks

The exit has been walled up from inside!

There’s no one else here.

I did it

I thought I’d woken

I did it

I did it

I did it