Hell, Despair and brimstone

Huddled in the darkness
Cold, naked and afraid
My body trembles
As much from the frigid damp floor
As the lonely despair in my soul

Adjusting my eyes to the darkness within, I see the walls of my prison.
The stone slick and shiny with thick moss and slime.
Throwing myself against them, I claw furiously, trying to free myself.

A tormented wail escapes my lungs, a howl rising around me in a voice I have never heard before.
A howl from the very belly of my being. A howl that rumbles and shakes the walls of my tiny prison.
The sound echoing all around me, surrounding me, engulfing me in it's sorrowful bitter melody.

Exhausted, my bruised and battered body drops to the damp floor.
Broken bloody nails throb in pain, as a cruel reminder I yet live.

My head bowed in forfeit.
My hair damp with grime, clings to my face.

My body trembles again. This time from the anguished sobs deep within a part of my soul, I long since thought dead.