i was in the blue horizon.
between heaven and earth,
the days weren't changing
and every night i dreamt the same dream.
the smelt of damp earth,
the scream that no one heard,
the sound of my heart beating,
like a hammer against a clock.
and i could hear them calling,
the voices of the dead.
i wanted to follow them, to find a way out,
but i would always come back to the same door.
and i was afraid.
i knew, if i went in there,
i would never come out.
