Each step is more revealing
Of confinement. Paths narrow.
Can't shake a dungeon feeling
Dirty yellow.
Slightly more than I can handle -
All around an eerie glow;
Shadows flicker in light of candles
Dirty yellow.
Down here no one hears your calls.
The only thing alive is the echo
Bouncing off cursed dank walls
Dirty yellow.
a new dimension of the deniverse
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