Sight

You had a sight,

of the light, morning bright,

you held tight to my pickaxe,

The light has darkened,

you hear a loud creak,

you hear a sound, a bark maybe,

you got your pickaxe, and started to mine,

you hoped i'd get atleast of a dime,

you climb up the blocks,

and climb up the blocks..

only to fall into an empty abyss,

your last sight was me..

falling..

down..

to a never ending abyss..

to a black hole.