Every day seems the same,

Eternal flames ‘round my feet

Sparks spiraling high above,

With no conceivable relief.

A sludge of liquid red,

Runs through my veins

Burning coals line the streets,

Voices praise the dead.

Dark robes made of ink,

An unchained melody

Of clanging chains,

With a lock and no key.

A swirling smoke falls,

Over my heavy eyes

As the eternal torment surges,

And my internal sinner dies.

Blood is a fond taste,

Heart never had a chance

Bones are a headache,

As I join in the fatal dance.

Links of iron bind me,

Yet I’ve never felt so free

And it’s always the same,

So I leave my questions be.

We circle the bonfire,

As if under its worldly spell

Screams echo through the cavern,

‘O behold, the flame of Hell!’