Hell calls

I haven’t slept long always imagining what song they played in hell, dreams are shattered now, as I rest on those shattered glasses poking on my senses, bleeding up my identity, for once I Believed all the lies that  my family once told, awake now carrying all those loads of expectations yet blinded from the path iam still hiking, I can see many burning alive yet they smile at me, guess they are happy as I too burn here, the ghost of my past haunts me, a never-ending reminder of what I once was & what I could be, falling deeper down this well even when iam wide awake, so its true '‘The mind is its own place, and in itself, Can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven'’(paradise lost), no friend here no family here, we born with lot of anticipations & claps yet die alone in silence and the last nail comes down the throat is when we understand what is true it will be too late for sorrow or any recovery, that’s the song they play in hell , the song of regrets in symphony that played in front of my decaying body as I  marching towards the pit in with the lyrics of starving ravens.