it's those dancing shadows crying like monkeys,
I tug at my shirt, creeping,
soft steam swirls off the the damp alley,
the brick stifles my vision as rats scamper at my feet,
I've had this dream before, and it ends the same,
a car speeds by while my feet sink further,
deeper screams and grip at my legs,
I scratch and claw at the dense walls,
I've had this dream before,
my waist is submerged, a cool chill shakes my spine,
I've been here,
I can't feel my lower half,
strangers laugh and murmur off in the distance,
my voice is a whisper no matter my pitch,
I always wake up,
it's over my eyes as my finger tips
reach for the stars
just out of reach.
