Heated exchange of air both cool and warm
presses together and leaves me convex.
Within the chalice I yet again scrape the side.
webbed in patterns of pain, it could be no less.
I squirm, to try and free myself from the torture
that is the intense lament of my heart.
Thoughts of eternal darkness, and feelings of
a pain that shall never pass, in whole, or part..
They repeat seemingly without end.
To a deity, unknown, I have been enslaved.
Endless human suffering within it's glass.
Here the unredeemed are alive and kept.
suspended from they're souls, unable to pass.
Gurgling screams, Tormented shrieking,
Those who are trapped plea for death.
Feces fall and linger forth slothfully down.
In defeat we wish to give up our final breath.
Here I am placed for my mistakes and evils.
There is no rest, just a constant tossing and turning.
A constant grinding and nulling in my mind.
Pleasant thoughts and dreams, are but a yearning...
I am teased by the wildest of my fantasies,
with a refusal to kill myself in the place of imprisonment.
For the temptation of fulfillment weighs my soul.
It keeps me restricted unable to move, like cement.
For the promise of new life, is the bait to keep me alive.
The pain of never acquiring the freedom, the punishment.
I have tried like the others to pass, but here I remain.
Where I must endure until I am broken and spent.
The sun comes out and touches my skin.
Resembling truth, it is warm and bright.
This place of torment where I am, it just a place,
just a place where my soul is kept, by everything I know, in spite.
...and then, I remember one day I could be free.