At the Bottom

And therefore my brothers, let not the troubled times in the midst of temptation be the anchor around your ankle. As you sink into the depths of which no man returns, being stripped of all hope that restores faith and forgetting those that really care. And when he reaches the bottom, he finds himself in an unending darkness, a place where he is alone, a place that is forever cold. The only warmth comes from the tears that run down his face, his heart is empty and his head fears what is to come next. This place where death appears to be the only escape, but hear me, the door remains unlocked but leads into the fiery pits each and every time.