Slipping deeper into the abyss
Holding mud-soaked roots until my hands slip
Finally, I reach the bottom of the pit
Just sparks to comfort me
Pitch black with the fragrance of decay
There may be hope at last
Is it a gift or is it a fucking curse
To see what lurks down here
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
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