The River Styx

Alright, so this will be Vox Sententia's first submission. Wish me luck!
I was hoping to upload these pieces in chronological order, but then I realized that if i did that, my first submission would be from the mind of a 15 year old. There's no way I'll hook helpers if I start with immature pieces like that haha.
So this is something I composed a couple weeks ago, not necessarily one of my favourites, just from an image in my head; kind of  a representation of sin or destructive lifestyles. Anywho, I hope you like it, PLEASE comment!

Water swirls at the base, slowly creeping up the wall as the torrent thunders from underneath.

It is engulfing the room bottom-up with a greedy heavy darkness.

It is bone chilling and stings your heart as its many tongues taste the setting, the next victim.

You have fallen carelessly and stumbled across the hatch, searching for thrills or perhaps escape. You laugh as you peer down the hole, into the darkness, and nothing responds

                                                                        You feel nothing but assurance.

Unknowingly, almost unconsciously, you continue to toss down the pieces, pieces that drift into the darkness and are consumed by hell fire

                                                                                      But out of your view –  

Eventually you turn to depart, to look for light, but you no longer hold control.

First the rush sweeps across your feet, and as you turn your face distorts in horror as black icy water spills out from the hole and across the ground.

    You wonder if you should panic.

The water flow increases, and the rush of the darkness paralyzes your muscles as it strengthens its icy grip.

It is a torrent now, conjuring a voice that roars and groans as it twirls and churns to fill the far corners of the room.

Waves stir the air as earthly familiarities are shredded, their echoes of fleeting happiness left only to drown in the dark.

Your body temperature plummets as you lose the desire to flee.

You cannot differentiate between the darkness and your morality.

The weight of such darkness crushes your spine, your confidence, your hope.

                                                                                                  

                                                                                                And you sink.

It was through just that one opening, your soul was claimed.

So far gone, there is but one hand with whom you are in reach.

Here, set bound and lifeless on the floor of

                                                     The River Styx.