Down he went, into the pits of destruction. In search of solace.
Caught he was, flowing downstream. at a speed unfathomable.
His vision is blurry, water precipitating at his eyelids.
He can’t turn back now, the sheer force of it; the current will obliterate him.
He is under its command.
No choice, never was.
Down they went, into the darkness, in search of a light.
A light to liberate.
He feels tranquility for a brief second.
Before being engulfed by the pits of Lazarus.