Its empty its squeezy its dark in here,
Like a combination of all my fear.
I push i heave i puff i huff,
But all i do is just a bluff.
I wonder why am i in here,
And why doesnt anybody appear.
People are appearing and they can see,
but only some are helping me.
Its making a crack, there's a beam of light,
i can see many people flying a kite.
They appear oblivion to my situation,
perhaps because, they made this creation.
