Nothing on the mind,

Maybe lower, somewhere deep.

In search of something buried,

Should consider what consists of the surface.

Another time, another time.

Slowly, but surely…

Nope. Nothing lingers.

On guard the deep is.

Of a beast on the prowl…

What secrets? They call.

Only death and the unworthy.

Not worth digging.

Hmm. The beast hums.

Something to claim… I'm sure…

Something renewed…

A memory lost…

A piece of an age long past…

My sweet, sweet childhood…

Remind me of grace,

Of mercy,

Of the everlasting hope,

Even in hell I know you linger,

Always pointing the way.

What do you give them?

What have I long let pass me by?

Unfortunately I am greedy.

Dear lord,

Please give it to me as well.

What sustains the demons in hell.