I sat alone in a dark room,
It was like the void of the womb --
No sound in-coming like a toom--
no human sight prevailing,
and wondered what it is I was,
and where I now was laying.
of stagnant air and stale life --
but emotion, there simply was,
though absent passion and strife.
but wait, I know where lay I;
within this silence answer was,
finding peace in crypt. I die.