Dig

(this is about as upbeat as I can get, heh)

-Dig-


Nails muddied and torn
Scraping away at the earth with all I can manage
The drive comes from being scorned
No matter the bodily damage
I will get out of the this hole
Once again born

I will make a new past
One that I can look into and not be forlorn
I must dig much more fast
The man with the horns...
He wants my stay to last
With his spirit I am still being harassed

Although my fingers are bloody stubs
I claw frantically at the layer of clay
Forcing my way through the homes of grubs
Letting my hands bleed as they may
I can almost feel it...
The light of day

Almost.