For old times’ sake I did,
juttered out the ravenous calm
in hopes of sanity,
O pull me up!
For I’m sinking in deep and deep.
A no-ending black hole, raws and all
scraping isn’t worrisome, no more,
plummeting a ten times glory, it seem,
this path down the sucker with an abhorous zeal
not ‘ye all judgemental; but for thyself
a hoarder of pain looked up for one last time-
bring me up not this hellhole;
screams won’t be so bad anyway
I repent, not for the sins, but
for thyself endurement.