I’ve fallen into their trap once again

Their tricky sticky hands stick up through the grates underfoot

 

I trained and I trained 

Until I was strong enough to pull my feet from their deathly grip as I walked

 

But their hands never back down

They are still there in my moments of weakness 

 

It’s so dark down here

I hear a rope being passed down to me through the grating above

It taps gently against the metal bars

I listen and I reach up

 

But I’m so tired

I’m so tired

And I can’t see a thing