In hell

I feel my sanity swallowed
up by rivers of things
I cannot see
Through my eyes of
Ink-stained milk

Their claws reach out
And dig deep
To reach the starless pit

Where dreams are made
with liquid glass
That breaks

And I too break
Crumbling into splinters
Of marrow and charred ash
Nothing lasts

Not long enough to inhale
Clean air
But time enough to taste
Ominous fear

And time again to grasp
and cling to the shadows
Engulfing everything

And I realize as they
choke me down

There is no light in hell.