JACOB&PATRICK: I feel you washing /clean/ the filth from these /walls/ we used to call /home/ sick and without a /cure/ these thoughts in my /head/ toward the light /beyond/ who I once thought you /were/ we always doomed?

J: eating sheer darkness (save us) ingesting our poisons. Force it down. Naked in an empty tub just in case. I walk dead center of the tracks for you. Promise not to check my shoulder. How long is forever?

J: I can't help but feel my heart is beating slower

P: There's a layer of grime that blinds my eyes. The more I try to see, the more the light truly hides. I feel the eyes that surround me, watching, but I'm left with no more hands to hold. I'm reaching and screaming for anyone at all

J: Weak hands shake, the eyes ache, scent of rot, hollow flesh

J&P:I'm hoping and praying that someone will come; no one ever does

J&P: I can't feel my face, the chains on my wrists hold me down. Stone is my bed, will be my grave. The pains of hunger have long since passed. It won't be long before my body decays, most of it has already gone