Drag me down with you if you want,
take notice as we reach levels you haven't got too,
I carved my name in the walls on my last climb up,
you'll see how deep, once we hit the bottom,
dark isn't it?

Let your eyes slowly adjust and look around,
you'll see the cradle I was laid in after birth,
and next to it is the bed I made by hand,
where I lay and rest to tend my wounds while I'm here,
there's still wet bandages on the ground,
tell me can you feel the pain resonate in the air?

The stench of the rotting parts of me I've laid to rest,
their headstones are in the corner over there,
a phoenix carved into each to remind me how far I've come,
a pile of ashes in front of each for the times I've risen,
tell me can you smell the smoke lingering in the walls?

The dry blood stains the ground around you,
watch your step here, the pile's still kind of fresh,
I don't think your aware of what you did bringing me here,
for this is my darkness, I was born here,
tell me do you think you can bare your own?

I've kept spares of tools on the shelf over there,
you'll need them to make your way out,
don't rely on my hooks and foot holes on the way up,
half of them are loose and crumble,
make a bed before you start so you've...