Into the darkness where Satan dwells,

No thought, nor pulse, and the painful swells.

Crawling with fingers numb for even a sip of air,

But drown as in a swamp with no more to despair.

Into the darkness where Satan dwells,

Tasted the sour, salty, and bitter smells.

Abruptly, a glimpse of light glimmering ahead,

Holy angel? hoped I, moving forward instead.

Into the darkness where Satan thrives,

The sparkled light turns out into a chthonic fight.

Tunneling hard on the rocky dirt,

Craving merely for air despite the thirst.

Into the darkness where Satan lies,

Not far away, a bloody body dies.

A second of breath may reverse the battle,

But a whole second can cost an eternity to settle.