Damp and damp and damp

The things on my skin cold

Biting itching crawling

What smells of mold?

Dark and dark and dark

My eyes itch so dry

No visions of sugar plums

Is that a dreaming sun or a lie?

Stale and stale and stale

The air is gone, broke

No breath to breathe away

Can I please have a smoke?

Cold and cold and cold

This chill is in my bones

I can't feel my fingers or toes

Am I lying upon a field of stones?

Noise and noise and noise

I feel my heart a beat a far off drum

I can't hear myself

Where are the screams coming from?

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