I killed and took, because It told me that was best. I fled for my life, at It's behest. I had to scurry far and wide; hoping, praying, for somewhere to hide.
I should not have took it; I should have ignored, but I did not, and am now so much abhorred. It calls all day and all night, forcing me to places much darker than I wish to be; it's taking and taking, It will have all of me.
Before It is done.
It told me things I did not want to hear; but always and always I am forced to listen near. I must take It to Him, but I dare not, so I run and I run, leave behind the warm sun. But it gives me no more joy or laughter; it only seems cruel, better to not see it hereafter.
Loomed up Great Rocks, towers of stone; above them the sky and below them nothing; I would at last be alone.
The caves became darker, so dark. At first I cried, but slowly I knew it was better and so my tears dried. I felt my way along the walls, calling calling, until I don't. Too black to think; pitch as night; I will never, never see bright.
Down, down, down we went. Reason is all spent; endless, alone, dark. Pushed out, wet. Silence, alone, dark; down, down, into underground. Nothing, no-body cares. Spend life going down, everyone unawares. Dark waters ripple. I glide on The Lake No Moon Sees. Finds small fishes and kills because we agrees. Starving slowly, unknowing who was before nonsense.
Sees no brightness any longer; never again, never again. Memory fading, almost gone. Nothing is good to remembers. Is so, so far away. Not going ever again see light or day.
A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot about Sméagol becoming Gollum, and how the Ring destroyed him. It's called "gone" because his sense slowly disappears by the end of the poem.