subterranean
close in the shelter
rude scent of life there
eyes turn to coal there
there's no rescue
only refuge
as the heat drives us
further down
the pits
subterranean
hot pearls alight there
vague shapes are pouting
a rat soul is starving
subterranean
she comes 'round to flower
soft breeds in darkness
mean shades of likeness
subterranean
the game shows
of consciousness submerged
in a lukewarm field of mud
madness abounds there
aloft in reclusion
the dark paints illusion
subterranean
