The Pit

Nestled there below the surface
Farther then one wishes to go
A delicate abyss of hate and rue
The crimes of past reveries to bare upon the son
Of angst and ruin, I come to
Bewildered by the beasts of night
Come hither to haunt me ever so gently
Appiritions of shadows linger
Forever is destined by the thorn
To pierce the flesh of a lesser soul
To appease the void so hidden, low
Deep within pain does grow
The dawn I seek, seldom so sweet
Offerings of petty things
Sleep into the fall
Of all I am
Restless slumber under it all