Slipping deeper into the abyss

Holding mud-soaked roots until my hands slip

Finally, I reach the bottom of the pit

Darkness envelops me

Sulfuric nullity

The fuel for the fire

Is running low

What will transpire

I do not know

Just sparks to comfort me

Until I spark a flame

Pitch black with the fragrance of decay

There may be hope at last

In a pit of hopelessness

Is it a gift or is it a fucking curse?

To see what lurks down here

To see where I traverse

Anxiety

Profusely sweating and shivering

What I discover is horrifying

I can see with a dim light glowing

The remnants of the decomposing

They're painted in a crimson sheen

Rats feasting

Bones picked clean

Not far from the shaft I fell down

Adorned are the gates with hell hounds

Their snarls are held back by chains

They take a seat when I feed them the meat

I don’t know what’s real anymore

I feel numb to this pale existence

Hope is gone and all that’s left is the

Sorrow of my weary soul

I think I’ve lost my mind