I was stuck in the depths

Of a microscopic abyss,

Known by the ignorant, inevitable to the innocent,

Carelessly looked as something

As nothing but an anecdotal lie, but

I sure can tell you

With my heavy, lonely heart,

That I fell,

Fell, fell, fell,

That I shriveled,

Shriveled, shriveled, shriveled,

Without help, without a voice,

Until I landed on my eternal bed,

Six feet under,

Where my voice was finally heard.