Soundproof booth at the sidelines of hell

A poem about one of my classes with the worst people you will ever meet.

Words won't come as I'm forced to listen,
Placed at the gateway of hell.
The flames encroach but I feel no pain,
Just as I'm entering hell.
I see souls burning on the side,
mislead or innocent,
forced into eternity in hell.
The words fly out of the devils mouth,
to torture the people of hell.
People pass,
dead inside,
as I make my way through hell.
Those turned bitter,
those fast dying,
stuck in the jail of hell.
And sometimes violence ensues,
as the demons pay no dues,
whist enforcing the horrors of hell.
And sadly, no one gets off scot-free,
once they've been in hell.

Reviews

[Karli]

I hated our gym class. I don't think actual Hell could be as bad as that was.

[Annabel Lee]

lol yeah it was our gym class. I effing hated that place >.

[Karli]

omg what class was this??? am i in this class??? this describes our gym class...:(