Sadness Grips me, choking me.
Moans of Agony echo like the Creaking rope,
Nightmares Colder than the Sharpened Razorblade.
This feeling shrouds me in Unutterable Blackness
Harrowing Misery fills my Head as I stare into the Void
For it is still and Empty like my Heart,
Yet so Bleak and Grievous.
I gaze into the Abyss, Darkest abyss Gaping Monstrous
I make my descent into the Abyss, and Blackness consumes me,
Like my Heart,
Despondency?