Unholy Descent is not a search for peace. It is a deliberate fall through memory, silence, affection, loss, and everything that stayed after. Told in fragments and quiet contradictions, these 33 poems move without rescue—layered in childhood, love, collapse, and what comes after endings. There are no names, no confessions, no healing arcs. Only rooms. Only symbols. Only what survived long enough to speak. This is poetry for the ones who never told their side. For the ones who lived through it and left the lights off. This book isn’t about recovery. It’s about recognition.