These chains of hell that surround me are dragging, ever pulling, my thoughts and my soul down into the infernal abyss. I struggle. But can one as wicked as I ever escape this torment? I wonder if mortals can find the truth in His Holy Fury, or will we ever wonder?
The light and joy of this life has left me in a most hurried fashion, leaving me with nothing except my own accursed thoughts. My mind, being laden down with the frenzied attitude of this life, has been pushed beyond breaking, pushed into the realm of unholy sorrow and left there for dead.
Even the demonic scavengers of the infernal pit pass me by seeing my soul in the ultimate state of misery that it's in.
I must keep searching for redemption in this abysmal life.