Far Too Gone

There's this hole in the middle of the square we all called sin. It was dark, musty and it gave off this putrid stench. Every day we would always hear a voice call out to people to jump in, but our parents always warned us not to. But one certain day She did, she went into the hole so we all jumped in after her. Lit our torches and marched forward. Running around, losing track of time. The longer we were in there the more we forgot, our names, where we were, why we were there. But one after the other we managed to find our way out. Except for her, she never came back out. She was far too gone in Sin to come back out.