The Pitt

Again into the Pit I walk, going even though with fear I balk
Soon to feel again the anger of those who create the cold
But the icy dark does enclose, climbing higher in the throes
Nothing stirs in the Pitt's desolate hold
Let me see now, what has now come
Let me see now, what should have been done

The dank darkness, calls; it hearkens
Wanting what is in my soul
Singing hauntingly in my soul, calling for what it knows
Pulling and tugging at my soul
Wanting naught what can't be controlled
Wanting what is enclosed within my soul

Hoping and fighting, in the Pitt sighting
The darkness of its hold
Wasting time already spent, wanting time that's already went
Unconsciously bartering my life, my soul
Gone now, the hope and the faith
Gone now, all that's left is a lonely waif

The darkness consumed, smothered, and infused
Killing all hopes of light
Wanting what is out of reach, hoping to beseech
Trying to take back what has been given
Living, but slowly dieing
Living, but all life is gone

I kept returning, my fear still burning
To dare the dreaded Pitt
Each returning time, it consumed my mind
Commanding my body
I dared myself each time I went, but most of all
I dared the Pitt.