Tunnel

Look at where it lays..
It lays there on the blue, it lays there naked
An empty vessel, crying out to an empty space
Reach in its heart only to find ashes..
Used, crumbled, and tarnished
He comes with a smile on his face
Its receptiveness caused its downfall.
He comes with a smile on his face
It lays there weak with nothing to hold, nothing gained
All is at lost; it is at lost
He came with a smirk on his face
He left it lost..
He ate it, chewed it up, and spat it out
Left it where he picked it
First and foremost, He made it like him
Like birds of the same feather; Yes, they flocked together
Hand in hand
Hold my hand, he said
Now look at where it lay
Soon, it is destined to join his catacombs
His exact disposition.
It lays there motionless, unable to plead
It’s speechless, he was NOT the one to impress
Now as his victim, it lays in distress
The doctors press and press..
Still, no answer..
it fell in too deep