The Pit

Deeper and deeper into this pit I fall.
A pit of my own choosing.
A pit though deep it beckons me into its warm embrace.
Although a part of me tells me to wake up, another stronger part of me pulls me to sleep.
And out of this slumber I slide into the depths of disaster.
I've been here before, and I'll be here again, but I keep telling myself that this time it's different.
This time I'll emerge unscathed.
I'm used to lying to myself.
Along the sides of this pit I see people crawling up to the surface.
I see a glow in their eyes as they clamber up.
"Don't go", I call out but each time I get no answer.
Who will accompany me in the depths of this pit?
As I reach the end. I see no one, no lights, no life and one glance upward proves the obvious,
Only the strong survive the rat race while the weak perish and die,
Some others like me have a front row seat to the madness.
Now only if I could find a big tub of popcorn it would totally be worth my time,
But alas you don't get popcorn at the end of your world do you.