Sunday, July 29, 2012

Narrow Way by Cheshire Moon



The Narrow Way

I watch the rats as they run by
I follow the sound as voices cry
Men, women, young and old
Trying to escape the cold

The narrow way, no longer flat
Drifting down to pull me back
The cold it licks my every step
Doesn’t matter how far I get

The longest night
That’s ever been
The Narrow Way
It pulls you in

The floor it rises, I try to climb
The ceiling cracks, I’m out of time
The walls they tilt as I start to slip
The darkness creeps as I lose my grip

My legs can’t move the water so high
The lights let go and so do I
The darkness holds me deep and still
Down ‘til I don’t feel the chill

No light, no air
No time, no sound
We’re going down
Into the Narrow Way

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