The Depths of Darkness

You talk of descending into the depths of hell yet never losing hope, and rising up again; a phoenix glowing all the more.

I went through hell, but something inside me died.

And I found a place no one else talks about, somewhere where I can hide.

The Darkness doesn't seem to matter any more,

because it's all I have ever known.

There is something worse than hell.

So, instead of running, I call it byits name:

savior,

burden,

home.