Hopeful promises they seek.
Promises made, [begrudgingly](https://www.reddit.com/r/DrabbleRousers/comments/5gegw4/perdition/) and weak.
Running from the inevitable.
An inconsistent variable.
Violent tempest roaring through.
Storm clouds cascading blue.
No other shade to choose.
Take the plunge, destined to lose.
Your ship left beaten by the seas.
Desperate and unable to appease.
Your affinity for sick disease.
Left you trembling on the edge.
Teetering at that rocky ledge.
Fall fast, a grim and wicked cell.
Homecoming, seventh circle of Hell.
Only speak broken and bleeding.
With sharpened talons, harpies feeding.
Traded your soul for permanent release.
No longer hope for resting in peace.