it's like the fish out of water.
he could not weather all of these.
suffocating in silence, he attempted to climb up.

clutching on every shard of rock he could,
he worked very hard, trying to shake off the pit.
but the shards fell on him, hard.
reverted back to the bottom, he sat.
he lost hope, every hope.

in the end he still lost.
he could not battle the devil.
the one which possessed his heart.