Where True Hell Resides

In eternal darkness, time forgot -

immersed in a coldness where penitence is wrought

The lack of sound, the lack of sight,

make it blacker than the darkest night

 

Inside the mind is a wavy path

that’s bricked by hatred, self-pity, wrath

Blisters form upon each stride,

under the soles of the soul inside

 

Along the walkway, there’s a line of hands

set aflame by the sins of man

Dozens of voices cry out in pain

from souls that have surely gone insane

 

Within the flames, faces twisting,

eye-holes burning, flesh glistening

Tortured expressions, scorched skin cracks

Whip marks show upon their backs

 

The soul recoils and tries to flee

from the sight of loved ones in agony

But, the mind has trapped the soul inside

                                                    for that is where true hell resides