Hell is a cold place, a white place a sad place.
Nothing can expand or exist outside its icy walls of flame
Sometimes i wish i could escape this place,
But it seems that my efforts are in vain,
Hell is not reality,
But rather a surreality.
Its not a plce you view with your eyes,
But rather a place that exists in your mind.
So cold. So cold.
So cold dank and dark here.
Freedom does not exist in this wasteland of bodies.
These souls have given up on life,
Their drug and alchohol ridden bodies decying in the silver light
Sometimes i wonder,
Is this a place we all must see,
For certainly we seem to be
Contained within our private Hell,
Where nothing hurts us,
not us but our outer shell.
I feel detached and often think
What would happen should this world sink
Hell is a fiery place a warm place a frightening place.
A land where the devil exists not in the flesh but in the thought,
We are our own devil, our own jailer.
Not those who keep us locked in our padded cells,
whilst we scrawl messges to extraterrestrials in crayon on the walls
I never thought id see again,
A day that dawns with light.
Rather i have been living in,
A damned eternal night.
The blackness in my soul has one,
And i slip painfully away.
Back onto the devils shelves.
Where he waits gleefully for me to play.
His leering face leans down on me,
Fetis breath and putrid teeth.
I am a doll,
the object of his torturing.
Hell is dark. Hell is deep.
Hell is the place we visit in our sleep.
If the pace is slow,
Then we will loose.
We must live freely in the world we choose.
For i have chosen,
The dankest pit,
Filled with smog, and taods and shit.
And i sleep fitfully,
Forever at his mercy,
For the devil is Gods own brother.
For how can one be loving and kind.
He must be one half and have another side.
The demons soul has fled the light.
I once more dwell in eternal night.
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