Darkness and despair.

The cries of the wicked are similar to the cheers of a crowd, after witnessing a game winning goal.

As waves crash against a wall of glass. The shattered windows spread like an infection into the hearts of all people.

For those coming from a cold world. The eternal black flames seem like a warm

Hug

for those without love, the burning and bruises are the only sensation they’ve become comfortable with.

Forgetful of the peace they once felt as infant children. Broken hearts are Now filled with rage and fear.

The only console left is to tempt those too weak to search for the light within themselves.

The same entities who love fear, are the ones who are terrified of love. Perhaps the struggle for life doesn’t end with death. Perhaps even In hell there can be a heaven. Once fallen angels, the demons continue to search for themselves. Now destruction is their solace