I find myself carrying water,
Purified, In this hallway,
Down the sloped ramp,
Towards the door.

I hear the infernal hissing,
All around,
And the car outside,
The headlights switch off.

All the lights go out,
I continue walking,
Towards the door.

It never gets closer,
No matter how much I
Push!
I cannot reach the handle.

The rain outside begins falling,
Towards the sky,
And I hear the hissing,
Infernal.

All the stars go out,
I continue walking,
Towards the door.

Collapsed, I fall,
This defeat means everything,
And I cannot stand your hissing!
Snake!

I can sense the eternity of this place,
I can smell its rotten core,
My torn assemblies are belly up,
I want out! Out!

And then I stand up,
Pick up my purified water,
And walk out the door.