Sarlacc 13

Poor unfortunate fools, Oppression infects all those here, In this haunted, soulless pit; With strife….and heavy despair. Sadness hangs, Mixed with abandonment and fear. Away from me, Depleting all my surrounding air. This pain inside my heart, It's relentless in devouring My pathetic, aching soul. My spirit is broken. Where love once was, Now, just a gaping hole. The weight of life's betrayals, A gravity far too intense. I'll never break free…. That, I truly now sense. I search wildly, For that once familiar hand To lead me, guide me, Thru this unforgiving lair. I reach out, frantically grasping; Only to clutch nothing, Nothing….. But cold, damp air. These walls are closing in. It's chilling, suffocating; Quietly I whisper, Please, just let me die. Fear of being held longer, plagued with a broken mind. I cannot, must not, Let them see me cry. Searching, Seeking. Even the smallest of relief. Begging, Praying. Tonight's battle please be brief. The black mist is coming. Toward my inner safehouse, I now begin to crawl. Darkness catches me, Too late…. I begin my nightly fall.