The Pith
Martin Brohm
i can't see the ground what am i going to do with myself i've got to get out this is a living hell not a single beam of light anywhere to be seen if it wasn't for the smell i'd swear this was a dream somewhere someone is screaming seems like i'm
always leaving this is hell
is it day or is it night i
can't tell i've got to get out this is a living hell this is hell has it ever been clean