A taut steel cable
Stretched across the void, my grip
Is precarious
Tensions mounting as
The ravaged flesh of fingers
Torn inflexible
My agonized limbs
Like Tantalus in Tartarus
Hung like rotting meat
Rent, worn out, and torn
Separate from their sockets
Elongated pain
The abysmal maw
Opens in the dark, fetid
Breath like sulfur blows
The weight of silence
Crushed like wise old Sisyphus
Pushing up the hill
