A/N: I got bored yet again. This is Macavity talking to Demeter.

Within this dungeon of evil
There is a feeling
Of misery and death
A cloak of depression
Covers the prisoners

The question used to be
How will we get out?
It has changed
Now the question is
When will the pain end?

In the deepest corner
Lies a box
The box is filled
With hope and happiness
But none dare open it

Why?
We are afraid
Afraid of something new
Something different
Hope is too good

Can you help me?
You are my light
You are my hope
You are too good for me
That much I understand

When you turn away
I lose my will to survive

When will you come for me?

Will you come for me?

You come for me?

Come for me?

For me?

Me?

?

The voice echoes away as the life echoes away.

Reviews please? Yeah I'm not depressed, my poems just tend to feel depressing...