Galena - A Frames

With no free breath

I crouch and stare

A dead machine

To take me there

The worst of prisons

In barren stone

The savage/saddest depths

I work alone

A burning lamp

To give me light

It’s poison gas

To aid my plight

A pick and hammer

Are my only tools

I search for treasure

I search for fools

With no free breath

I crouch and stare

A dead machine

To take me there

The worst of prisons

In barren stone

The savage/saddest depths

I work alone