In the dark abyss is where the man lives.
With demons and monsters,
the ones who eat kids.
Not remembering what its like to live.
Afraid he'll remember what he did.
In the dark chasm the man can breathe
listening to the whispering voices which tell him,
For its warm there,
no matter the darkness,
its a feeling he says he enjoys.
surrounded by echoing noise.
For now until the truth,
the light, seeps into the abyss.
It will remain the mans home.
So dark. So loud. So alone.