DOWN, DOWn, DOwn, Down, down

There's a little place beneath it all where I go when it's rough. 

I don't want to go, I say,

but I am dragged down anyway. 

It's a place not even for the tough. 

A place where fire consumes me.

A mountain of pain

Knives in my brain

Where even Satan's monsters flee.

I leave claw marks on the ledge

Hoping, praying for someone to see them.

But knowing not when,

And being pulled down and down to the river they dredged.

Maybe there's an escape?

Maybe a light at the end of a tunnel

Something to take my horrors and funnel

it into the light.