The Descent

Lying here on my final day

I watched as the sky cracks open (burning red)

I stare at the earth as it falls down around my head

Here I stand, with a choice to make, golden fields behind, dark forest ahead

I know I should turn away but it beckons me

So into the forest I tread

Running through this forest endless and dark

Without a path to guide my way out

They told me I would never make it out alive

But I went in anyway; anyway, I couldn’t help myself

Now I lay here, in a shrouded meadow

The mist trailing across my skin

Silently I watch as the forest closes in

The darkness seeps into my mind as vines pull me from the ground

And hold me fast

Silent voices whisper from the shadows

Their eyes glitter in the dark with perverse intent

They told me in order to escape I must leave my souls behind

And for escape I gave it willingly

I descend

Then their hands burst forth from the ground

Reeking of death

Grasping, possessing

They pull me down

Now I find myself in a maze of prison bars, suspended on a bed of fire

My flesh is burning away, oh my God what have I done

I’ve fallen into hell, and now it’s too late