Hangman: Songs of the abyss

I dwelled in the dungeons

I walked through the wasteland

I crawled through the madness

My hands now wet with insanity and I'm losing my grip,

slip, slip, slipping into this hungry abys

Frantic finger motions hasten my descent.

I've painted myself in the picture

I've cast myself into this scene.

Guilt lubricates my hands as my gaze slips into the ravine

Calling...

Calling out to me.

In a voice, I can't escape

A voice I call my own

that haunts me to this day.

and drug me far from home.

This voice from the darkness beneath calls for me to sleep.

when it speaks,

it speaks in tones of charred ash and broken bones,

"I know that you are tired,

and so it's time to be release...

Released from all the strain

Release from all the struggle

Release from all the pain

Release from all the trouble

Release from all

from all of this

Release your tangles fingers and join us in the abys..."

The voice fades into shadows

and as tempting as it is...

to let go of all my pain and leap into the abyss.

But no...

"Not today" is my reply to the abyss

I turn my eyes to the sky

then tighten up my grip,

shed a few more tears,

and then...

begin for my accent!