Down at the bottom
where the devil only goes,
A vacant husk that must
possess the lesser known,
Abandoned wreckage
lost a thousand years ago,
Distorted visions
twisted figments from below.

The light is absent
yet the darkness blinds the eye,
Searching for cover
but there's nowhere left to hide,
Time is a concept
that laments the ones who try,
Pride is the pretence
that cements the lost inside.