Trapped awake in an underworld grave
Nerve broken, fall through trapdoor of existence
Hell fire singes, burns the brave
Feel the ache, cremate the resistance
Cornered deep in the inferno pit
Dragged, convinced by a dastard martyr
Released by creator, pulled where Diablo sits
The life and soul used only for barter
Swap alliance, beast grips the key
Vault empty, famished journey to the abyss
The deal with Hellion never for free
Hard release from the devil’s kiss
Possessed, a blackened dark ordeal
Head heavy from a brimming inferno
Long term urchins pinch and steal
Pray to above from agonies below
Trust a fake adversary, eyes an amazer
Rogue fiend selects a brimstone keeper
Promotes purgatory, wings cut by razor
Loss of soul to a Lucifer sleeper
A Hades, escape through a torrid chasm
Nightmare imagery, fire burns the skin
Satan smiles the route with sarcasm
Worth a severe risk for a divine sin
Mystical renovation, an underworld thaw
A spiritual point where solution is made
Hope with flamed emotion devours all
Imagined Hell, a place not to be afraid.
This poem was written through my dark phase, questioning heaven and hell.
Questioning ‘There must be a hell because I’m in it, so if that’s the case there must be a heaven with God and Angels. But if that was the case where are they? why are they not helping me.
Then coming to the conclusion there isn’t a hell, but if there isn’t what the heck am I going through. This tormented life must be in some category somewhere, living hell?, living nightmare? If it’s in a category or has a label then it’s real and I can deal with that.
Being in limbo that’s the worst thing. How is there a way out of nothingness.
This was my Scared belief for a long time and it drove me crazy. Are beliefs real until there proved wrong? and even then a little bit of that belief still lingers inside?
Many questions no definite answers the story of my anxious life.
I hope you got something out of my poem, thank you