Out of grace it feels like there no end to the fall.

Hellion prayers tell me how to find peace in the darkest corners of the underground world where I don’t see or hear the mindless mouths. These faces with no eyes, no questions, their mouths moving with anger, spiting, drooling, army dogs at the eve of the carnage.

I am standing, I won’t back down but I won’t move either hoping for my backbone withstand the pounding, suspended above the abyss of Hades.