This eternal chamber of sorrow I lie within
The stench of a decaying soul I smell
A shriveled heart withering away
A crippled mind unable to carry a thought
Broken limbs, numbed from the pain
This madness a spiraling staircase growing colder as I descend
Reaching the bottom... quiet now
Screaming to the outside, but it is only a whisper
Scraping together what is left of me
My eyes blinded by the harrowing darkness
Neither heaven nor hell taketh me
Left in this eternal chamber of sorrow
I shall see how I fare in this chasm tomorrow.