Twist & turning, Clawing, My finger’s burning, Drawing. The last mile, Runs for miles and miles, There’s no end to this. Why am I even trying. It’s all dark here, There’s nowhere to go to. All filled thick with nothingness…. All I feel is meaningless… The only sound’s of my, Fingernails against the ground. Or when I turn around, Someone knocks from underground. Those are the long lost echoes, Of the once who stood where I am, Reliving, Retrieving… Tryin’a snatch my soul. Twisting n’ clawing, Their finger’s burning too…..