Walk along with it

In my dream I walked in the deepest of depths

And I left them all alone

I didn't do anything

And I have done nothing

Before waking, the journey was a restless one

I met people, who spoke in a strange tongue

As if they were made of bees

It kept me in fright

And it crept back up

Even when no one was there anymore

Reaching out from the dark

Whenever I thought I was safe

I saw the blinking eyes

They were crying

On the other side

Deep down where they dwell

In an Abyss

Where to go is harder

Than climbing high mountains

Introduction to "The Abyss-My Friend" by John Springtime