The spirit trapped in the abyss
The beast trapped in its cage
Its bellows
Its whimpers
Their distant screams

It pierces my ears, makes them bleed.
It gorges on my heart, makes it obsolete.
It gouges my eyes, makes me lose sight.
It smites my skin, makes me feel numb.

Lost were the days
The zenith
that stood, proud.
Where are you now?