HELL & ME

Never been there before, (with my writing). So I thought I'd give the darker side of my mind a run for its money.

HELL

This is no world where a whisper can stop a hurricane strength wind; there is no wind.

A place where we are who we are, us here, we know our price, there's no need to barter. 

No fake faces with big smiles drawn on with a permanent marker. 

No rules and laws distinguished by any queen or king. 

This is hell and it's been forever, since a genuine smile has been seen.

I'm not describing a world where nobody shuns, fights, kills and everyone will win. 

Let me bide my time as I stop short of my goal and distort the role of millions of lives in this place of fire, cries and sin.

A whole hellish hole created to devour your damned soul. Commonly frequented by torturous beasts who love the sounds of your helpless screams. 

They have nothing else to do, no where else to go and are as abhorrent and horrid as they seem.

The mind of a demon isn't ran by birds and butterflies they feed off of second guesses, hurt, pain and our pathetic humanly stresses. 

Don't worry in this world nobody dies and to be the best, evil has to control and take over your life. For it is only evil that the devil blesses.

It would be dark if there wasn't the constant flickering glow from the roaring fire turning the sky in the endless night into a constant yellow, orange and red tumultuously dancing light. 

The radiant scorching, burning and blistering heat could give the center of our sun a run for its money.

Locked in hell for how long? Hell I can't remember.

The pain and suffering myself and the other muffled wails and tortured cries that constantly drive me insane and wild, have seemed forever. 

No place to go, I have tried multiple times and have never escaped.  

Your defenses eventually go down and your left naked constantly bombarded by pain as your conscientious mind is being burned and raped. 

No matter how hard and for how long you strive, you lose. 

Being pushed this way and that forced to follow where ever the pointless hands of time choose. 

You look up and believe with repentance pierced through heart; you beg and you plead. This happens to many for as long as centuries but it's too late; they never succeed.  

I have changed and see these lost souls as a type of company, some entertainment as a toy, a demons play thing.  

My first was like coke mixed with meth and chased down with pills, except I became higher. 

Poking holes and burning the new souls with fire I grinned with satisfaction;

I live now for that one and only burning desire.

I am no longer me or a soul. Not lost with no where to go.

I am no man, I am something greater and worse. Something created from below and within. 

My pride and my rage have helped me on my way to becoming something I needed to be, this, No strong powerful angel from above, but a wicked and out of control demon.

Author's Note

Any suggestions or ideas, ignoring grammar and punctuation, would be permissible, pleasant and much appreciated.