Timmy O' Toole

Grip the ladder for reassurance
The moss, the slime, they are all mine
And even if they do come down
Can never break through the wall into my world

These selfish moments cut off from pain
And all my hard work up in smoke

All alone, down here, only silence for company
Dreams, fears, memories, winding journeys
Inside of me

Feel the slowly spreading dampness
Conjuring shapes in the darkness
The air is thick, inhale the slime
Fluorescent-lit numbers remind me of time
But what is time down here?

Its just a memory another part of me